WIZ KHALIFA - G.F.U Gang (The Motto Freestyle) lyrics

rate me

[Wiz Khalifa Verse]

24, from the hood and I made 11 million this year so im throwin up paper

Got a bunch of niggas with me that done made it from the bottom, gettin' money, all throwin' up Taylor

You can roll em out, puff em, I don't save it, I stuff em I don't gotta chase money im good

I'll bake the whole onion and replace it like its nothing ya im talkin straight cookies no oven

And I'm smokin' in public, rich folks still love it

He talkin', he bluffin', that's my chick, she stuntin'

And my team is the wildest, try and get high enough to see Mr. Wallace

Thumbs green like the malice, this for my youngins gettin steamed up in college

If you seen all my closets so much style its like my stylist had a stylist

And my crib like a place Wizzle go hard like a callus


[Wiz Khalifa]

All we smoke is papers, blowin' hella flavors

Smokin till its gone, that's how we do it cause were taylor'd

[Juicy J]

Get high (get high), get fucked up (get fucked up)

Get high (get high), get fucked up (get fucked up)

Get high (get high), get fucked up (get fucked up)

Get high (get high), get fucked up (get fucked up)

[Juicy J Verse]

Cop a pound, come a pound, roll a pound, blow it down

Call a ho, its goin down, Juicy J from stoner town

Originality where Mary Jane control the sound

Blue Dream and Lean for all of those who knew the time

Hash, kef oils in the gas mask we be doin numbers like its math class

Match one, nigga don't you know im match back

Colors on the herb make the bud look abstract

Smoke good, cause I deserve it, sour diesel got me swerving

Im swerving, right up on the curbing

Big bong rips, got my chest hurting

Purp naps, in the Marriott sweet

I wanna taste the weed but the swisher too sweet

So make sure you know its only taylors if we meet

If you get trippy mane you can even choke a bean

Blood came through and just dropped off a load

And I ain't sellin shit everything gettin smoked

Smoke when I get up, smoke myself to sleep

Taylor Gang bitch 10 pounds every week


[Berner Verse]

Bern ima rep for my city, im on two blue pills and got the room smelling pissy

Ask, I tell her don't kiss me don't come up for air, lost your bitch to the game, fuck it life isn't fair

Im too chill, 2 mil re caught with my rap money

Two or three pads bad bitches roll the planes for me

Two strains that my new nickname, cherry pound cookie all you see is a big flame

Stunt, grown man with a coat on, trippy in a room full of girls with no clothes on

Butta ya I love how im leavin, I just left the night club im in bed with 3 women

Too high, too fly, big belly cause I eat good

Blew 30 grand on drinks, I better sleep good

Bag full of shit you probably seen in my twitpics

Hoodrich the only thing a stripper get is good dick

Ya im so slow motion in an s class floating hard to keep my eyes open

A king pin I keep weed by the elbow

Skin all itchy tonight, im sippin yellow


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