Credits

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Good weed, pretty girls in my whips
We be really in the mix
Cardboard boxes, say a prayer before we ship
We be really in the mix
Big ass stones in my chain, there ain't no chips
We be really in the mix
I be all in the club, drunk, talkin' shit
We be really in the mix
[Verse 2]
Gel tabs on my tongue for the journey
I just threw the homeboy a quick thirty
Splash City, Steph Curry
I'm sick of watchin' friends gettin' buried
It got me livin' in a hurry
And I was blowin' F1 before I had the cherry, legendary
When I go, they'll be smokin' out the cemetery
Old schools all up and down the street
Flashback, I'm seein' stars, I used to get it by the street
[Verse 3]
Big house for a week, hella bitches in my pool
I'm almost outta smoke, flyin' another mule
Cartels call me, they get money to this dope shit
The streets love Bern, in the pen they play my old shit
Whole bricks, yeah, the fuckin' with this grow shit
Cold shit, I'm blowin' cash, I tuck back in '06
No limit like P and them, the cars we rap about
Me and Wiz really be in them, it's gang shit
[Verse 4]
Good weed, pretty girls in my whips
We be really in the mix
Cardboard boxes, say a prayer before we ship
We be really in the mix
Big ass stones in my chain, there ain't no chips
We be really in the mix
I be all in the club, drunk, talkin' shit
We be really in the mix
[Verse 5]
My life I'm livin', plenty fine dimes and women
Can't even count with how fast I'm spendin'
Rep my gang till the ending
And drive super sport engines
Doin' good long as my squad winnin'
I look at y'all like my children
The gang made my own division
We count cheese and we smoke religious
Took over rap, now we onto different ventures
Don't need awards to celebrate success 'cause it's a given
We all stood out while y'all chose to fit in
Now they bettin' on the game, put your bid in
Got some luxury cars these girls wanna sit in
Wipe your feet off and roll a joint 'fore you get in
Gotta protect the crib, be careful who you let in
And don't shake my hand 'less you been down since the beginning
It's Taylor Gang over anything you defending
Lookin' for your girl, she in the distance
(With a young real ass **** like me, young Wiz Khalifa, let's get it)
[Verse 6]
Good weed, pretty girls in my whips
We be really in the mix
Cardboard boxes, say a prayer before we ship
We be really in the mix
Big ass stones in my chain, there ain't no chips
We be really in the mix
I be all in the club, drunk, talkin' shit
We be really in the mix
[Verse 7]
Private location on vacation, let's be honest
In this villa on this killer with my ****, just like bosses
Cost a thousand for the place that we feasting on
Dinner on a beach 'cause now the money's so Nia Long
Ain't love me since the start, but fuck 'em, I knew that shit
'Cause all they do is talk about it, never go do that shit
Look, I just keep it Taylor, we them ****, they in the stands
Used to put the jelly on the bread with the Peter Pan
I came up from the quarter on the corner, you know my story
My homie told me get it, ain't nobody gon' get it for me
Smokin' on these papers with yo bitch in the meantime
She do it like a vacuum, pull it out when it's clean time
****, throw it up, you know I stay on that gang shit
Seat 3A, quick service, this plain lit
They hatin' but it's cool, they just mad ain't no bad comin'
It's all bitches in, Brook boy, you ain't bagged nothin', fuck outta here
[Verse 8]
Good weed, pretty girls in my whips
We be really in the mix
Cardboard boxes, say a prayer before we ship
We be really in the mix
Big ass stones in my chain, there ain't no chips
We be really in the mix
I be all in the club, drunk, talkin' shit
We be really in the mix
Written by: Wiz Khalifa
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