Bootsy Bellows Lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Gang, gang 

Gang, gang, gang 

Gang 

Leave it to me, I'll have you twisting that weed with a G 

Got too much talent just to be sittin' around with 

Weed and alcohol, that's the balance 

Ridin' 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 bitch layin' in my bed 

Still got the weed smell in her hair 

Comin' home later, nigga gettin' 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 niggas on 

You ain't bout the paper, what you in it for? 

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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 talkin' like they livin' but they ain't us 

Pockets, they swole 

I won't leave here alone, came here with no bitch 

But when I walk out the door 

I might leave here with your bitch 

Uh, they ain't goin hard as us 

We courtside, chillin', smokin' out the building 

Regardless if authorities give us permission 

Boss bitches niggas breakin' 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 nigga, 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 niggas make their own way 

Got some girls who fuck me but got niggas so they don't say 

I'm puttin' KK in the paper 

On point gang, ready for danger 

Long joints, rollin' them things like broken fingers 

Too clean to ever have a stain 

Khalifa the boss before you beat the game 

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 talkin' like they livin' but they ain't us 

Pockets, they swole 

I won't leave here alone, came here with no bitch 

But when I walk out the door, I might leave here with your bitch 

Pockets is gettin' 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