Wiz Khalifa ☆ Ass Drop

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]

Listen, I came in the game feet first

Hit the ground runnin, a hustler ’till I meet dirt

Gotta be consumption I’m pumpin, the people need work

Love the niggas frontin’ I came from nothin and seen worse

The long-armed Khalifa reachin with each verse

I got that food for your thought, plus what the streets thirst

And you can ask around the haters’ll know

I’m tame with the flow, I’m sorta like the jaeger and blow

I see the dream like a Martin Luther, I preach to the constitution in peace

But violate it, get that ass annihilated

I’m on the grind, money is time so why waste it

And everything but my piss clean, I’m high maintenance

You niggas are weak, sweet like one of them Now and Laters

The cannon blast your candy ass if you try and hate it

I made it, cause I stayed a couple steps ahead of y’all and

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Lovin this shit, come fuck with the prince

I’m leavin heads hollowed like them things stuffed in the clips

And the streets gon’ remember this cat name, I’m beatin the rap game

Just like nigga huggin the strip (why?)

Cause that’s how a hustler do, fall back I don’t fuck with you

We make it happen the clappin know we can scrum with you

Yeah we can take it to the heads, give you a lump or two

A fool is still, team bring heat like a oven dude

[Hook: Chevy Woods]

Ladies stand up, gentlemen stand up

This is pure skill, far from damned luck

You gotta make a plan to never give your man up

And man up, to positively stand up

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

Once again the youngest sin came to drop the hammer

How could a bystander feel that this is not bananas?

We earn stripes, you all hype in that propaganda

Gats spot, you cats shot, but not from cameras

Back Glock, cause snap shots’ll stop your plan up

Stuck in my ways, the haze taste like tropicana

Thinkin the days of way back, people will say that

The youngin was gifted sick when he stayed back

Now the people listenin play back, I got it made

Obligated to gettin passin grades and blaze tracks

You’ll be amazed at how I make units move

Self-made, twelfth grade, boy I’ll take you to school

I’m through the streets of pistolvania where my goonies move

[?] can’t miss these trucks with the rims on them

And you can find me speedin, listenin to Big and Em

Fresh outta class with the weed tucked in my Timberlands

[Hook]