Gone Lyrics - Wiz Khalifa

Yeah, it's young, ya know? 

Crack that shit down 

Roll that shit up, light that shit, pass it 

Nah, fuck that, face this one, yeah 

This for all my true weed smokers 

Yeah, nigga ask me what's wrong with me? 

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank 

(That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky) 

Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low 

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank 

(That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky) 

Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low 

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank 

Ridin' in my ride, so blowed, don't how to think 

But I'm stayin' high 

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I'ma roll me a nice, long Swisher, filled with light green 

Oh, I think they like me, let me get a light, B 

(And then I'm gone) 

Off that Cali bud, what the fuck you chokin' on? 

Mr. Bud by the Zone, O's like Omarion 

And we ain't tuckin' nothin' cousin, what's the hold up? 

Keep 'em comin' back to back to back, we roll up 

('Til it's all gone) 

Get a pound, break it down 

I ain't stingy, it's enough to go around 

And I'm blazin' right now, niggas tellin' me to hold on 

Crank it, twist it, light it, take a pull and hold on 

(And then, I'm gone) 

I gotta have it, gotta have it, that's unheard about 

Rollin' up another blunt, before I put the first one out 

My eyes low, have me chiefin' 'til I choke 

Niggas askin' me what's wrong 

Blew some smoke up out my nose and said I'm gone 

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank 

(That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky) 

Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low 

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank 

(That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky) 

Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low 

I said, I'm gone off that brownish drank 

Niggas know how I roll, it look like my eyes closed 

Hennessey and Hydro, rhyme slow 

Nigga, I'm on a different type of a vibe 

This a different type of weed 

And I'm a different type a high 

(My nigga, I'm gone) 

To a place that you probably never been in life 

Smokin' Purple Kryptonite 

Make sure you curl that Swisher right 

'Cause I ain't tryna have this home grown runnin' 

Homie thinkin' he gon' smoke for free 

I duck 'em, roll somethin' 

(Then, I'm gone) 

In my ride, doin' 80 in a 45 Zone, half a zone 

Got me blown, I get more than high 

Fresh off of the plane 

Head start into my hotel 

Weed man in every city, yeah, I smoke well 

(Even when I'm gone) 

I ain't the only one, all my niggas puff pounds 

Swingin' blunts 'round, sun up 'till sun down 

My eyes low and my words are getting slow 

Niggas askin' me what's wrong 

I blew some smoke up out my nose and said, I'm gone 

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank 

(That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky) 

Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low 

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank 

(That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky) 

Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low