Bootsy Bellows Lyrics by Wiz Khalifa
[Intro]
Gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Gang
[Verse 1]
Leave it to me, I’ll have you twisting that weed with a G
Got too much talent just to be sitting around with
Weed and alcohol, that’s the balance
Riding in the Benz with low milage
Working ’til my hands get callouses
Been a player, I established it
Whips be the fastest
Chicks be the baddest and my kush above average
Legendary status and my crib like a palace
I know why they mad
‘Cause your b—h laying in my bed
Still got the weed smell in her hair
Coming home later, n—a getting cares
Make a whole pound disappear
Come for the money, tryna get a dog
Live this for the gang, imma get involved
Look at me different now
Roll some weed and put your n—-s on
You ain’t bout the paper, what you in it for?
[Hook/Chorus]
And my eyes so low, soon as I walk in
I got a joint rolled you know that imma spark it
That’s why I ride so slow, me and my gangsters
I hear ’em talking like they living but they ain’t us
Pockets, they swole
I won’t leave here alone, came here with no b—h
But when I walk out the door, I might leave here with your b—h
[Verse 2]
Uh, they ain’t goin hard as us
We courtside, chilling, smoking out the building
Regardless if authorities give us permission
Boss b—–s n—-s breaking they credit card limits
To try to ball with us
We in talks with those who only own business
My spark lit, then I paint pictures
Don’t leave witnesses, nah n—a, my gang different
Pull the Benz out in the rain
Hit her once, I won’t even remember her name
Hella diamonds up in my chain
To say that I’m dope is an understatement but no, I ain’t underrated
Came from a place where n—-s make their own way
Got some girls who f–k me but got n—-s so they don’t say
I’m putting KK in the paper
On point gang, ready for danger
Long joints, rolling them things like broken fingers
Too clean to ever have a stain
Khalifa the boss before you beat the game
[Hook/Chorus]
And my eyes so low, soon as I walk in
I got a joint rolled you know that imma spark it
That’s why I ride so slow, me and my gangsters
I hear ’em talking like they living but they ain’t us
Pockets, they swole
I won’t leave here alone, came here with no b—h
But when I walk out the door, I might leave here with your b—h
[Outro]
Pockets is getting swole
Used to smoke blunts now it’s paper she roll
Diamonds to my toes
Everywhere I go, I’m froze
You already know
Fool
Gangsters too
This is how them gangsters do
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