In the Cut - Wiz Khalifa

Niggas know

Taylor gang sunshine or snow

Them hoes running their best clothes

And I prolly fucked your bitch nigga

Real shit

We never low

Away we go (Taylor gang or die)

We suppose to go go

We suppose to go go

We never low (And thats til the end)

Away we go

Like we supposed to go go

I always keep one rolled

I keep one rolled

I keep one rolled

I keep one rolled

I keep one rolled

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

Wake up bake up

Gotta get my cake up

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

Choked out loced out blowing hella smoke out

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

Rolling all this weed I am holding

Thinking she high before before she get the chance to smoke it

Blowing o’s she knows my trees potent

Man at home you living for the moment

Coming for the game, I run it, I own it

Kush and orange juice be the components

Come to my crib see money so big you can’t fold it

This is how I live

She poured her a lil gin

Then rolled her another doob

Before she was finished man freaky sheena got super loose

We never low

Away we go (Taylor gang or die)

We suppose to go go

We suppose to go go

We never low (And thats til the end)

Away we go

Like we supposed to go go

I always keep one rolled

I keep one rolled

I keep one rolled

I keep one rolled

I keep one rolled

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

Wake up bake up

Gotta get my cake up

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

Choked out loced out blowing hella smoke out

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

Show money

Leaving show car low full of hoes for me

Hahaha

Its so funny

On the paper chase in case that money run from me

In the cut rolling up

Keep the E-z Widers stuffed

While a lil nigga still smoking hella blunts

What?

I just made us another plane

And poured out some champagne

As soon as we finished she was screaming out taylor gang

We never low

Away we go (Taylor gang or die)

We suppose to go go

We suppose to go go

We never low (And thats til the end)

Away we go

Like we supposed to go go

I always keep one rolled

I keep one rolled

I keep one rolled

I keep one rolled

I keep one rolled

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

Wake up bake up

Gotta get my cake up

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up

Choked out loced out blowing hella smoke out

In the cut, in the cut, rolling doobies up