Cassette - Wiz Khalifa, Chevy Woods

Got you bitch on my line is she wishin I call

Total looking the sky, baby wish on a star

Ain’t no mission impossible cause my mission accomplished

Ya now rocking with the most underrated

But your main girls favorite

So, she’s invited to a Taylor Gang event

All the champagne poppin

All the 100 dollars spent you know

You never been so I guess not

They sleepin on a nigga like truckers at truck stops

From a dollar so I guess this what the buck stops

Pull up like hmmm I need it off the car lot

My diamonds say a lot I don’t talk too much

The wide face big sort of like hockey puck

What up full gang a couple cool chains

TGOD that’s how I do thangs

You know you rock it with the best little mama

Them other niggas they cool

Until I pull up the sucka players suck em from the Taylors

And they like uuh, layy

Until a green light, that’s the only way I go

Baby you welcome to the cook out

That’s if you wanna go ya

I’m just drinkin creeping

Smoking while I’m rapping bitch

That’s cheifin' while I’m speaking in the deep end

Got my feet in

Plus all my niggas stacking don’t know what you niggas thinking

Brought a couple friends I brought a couple friends so you should meet them

You tired I got some pajamas for you to sleep in

I’m rockin Balenciaga the models all give me proper’s

In fashion niggas say I’m light years passing niggas

Who wanna grind who got it locked

Go ahead and ask these niggas who want my shine

I’m way too boojie for these nasty niggas

I’m rolling up my trees and passed the weed right past these niggas

Cause you got all your moves from me but you ain’t ask me nigga

Don’t spill my liquor bitch

They got a cold I’ll be on some sicker shit

Like bless you niggas who hated on me

I got that car she in the bed she waiting on me

Tryin something yeah you would get a hollow head

Let the town talk Chevy get a lot of bread

I’m really bout it and you just playing games

My niggas got a lot of years and they ain’t sayin names

I just pull up on some Taylor shit

Gator shit old school player shit

Just to look in your eye you on some hater shit

Cause I’m on my grind on some Big Jerm skater shit

Poor some more cups it’s the players ball

You ain’t invited cause you ain’t playin at all

You bitch getting loose off a cup of juice

I ain’t' gotta lie shit you see the truth

It’s proof