Breeze - B-Real, Berner, Wiz Khalifa

Oh, we get gone in the breeze

Late night smoking the weed

Riding sitting low in the seat

Just tell me if you’re ready to roll

Oh

You wanna book the Doctor

But you can’t afford me,

But if you got the paper call Harry Gordy,

He’ll book you for a consultation, I’ll prescribe you medication

You’ll be vibing like it’s meditation

Feeling wasted, don’t make me have this shatter

Wrapped up round a white girl, put it in the L like it don’t matter

We keep rollin' it fatter and fatter

She hit it harder pullin' like a monster and I don’t mind that shit for starters

Down to the finish, we winning, the flower glistenin'

Just listen

We twistin' the fire and higher we getting

Light up this fire then flippin' and sippin'

The finest shit, wired and trippin'

We keep climbin', the elevation is too much for you bitches

Come on face it off the paper that was chasin'

Seems outrageous but the grind is contagious

And I got pages and pages of game

And I’m watching all of you fuckin' haters go through your stages

Brown bags full of new blue hundreds

My old bitch hates, damn my new bitch love me

Windows down, fresh air feel lovely

Smoke Wax, looks like honey

Makes your head feel funny (baller shit)

We spend this money like it never runs out

You broke, it makes me sick

Put this gun in your mouth

I had a plug in the south

Had me reachin' two thou, used to shit

Now trucks, take trips in the drought

Gone in the breeze, ocean view for a week

I piss pink champagne on a tropical beach

Sittin' low, in my old school, turn up the beat

Light weed, pull a hand full out of the P

Turkey bag boys, you ain’t got it like this

5 gran hash play, burns slow as a bitch

We burn big everywhere we go

Top show, no blow

KK, floatin' out of my nose

Let’s roll