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[Intro: Wiz Khalifa] It's the boy Wiz Khalifa man I'm charged like a battery man Y'all niggas do what you do I'ma do what I do man [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] I'm the sickest round here when it come to the spit game Moving through the track like I do with the whip game Pull the seat back, cross over and switch lanes The music straight crack, dope, heroin, cocaine The flow load needles, numb noses and pump veins You chumps wanna be us I ain't fucking with those lames I polly with the niggas that be fucking with dumb change Riding big wheels, chrome grills and the chunk chains Hit the studio, burn the last til it's nothing All I need's a beat, pen and pad and a dutch flame This is Pistolvania wrong move and the pump aim Niggas quick to flame you'll all lose when the pump bang Niggas come at me in this rap, I can guarantee that I'ma make a million pieces of this one rain Old ass niggas tryna rap, it's a done thing I'm way sicker plus I'm probably 'round your son's age [Interlude: Chevy Woods] Damn Ayo, on the real I know y'all niggas like, this nigga can't be But he's bout as old as your son nigga! Y'all motherfuckers better step your game up like a Stairmaster The nigga Wiz, Kev Tha Hustla And I'm cosigning too [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] I see niggas getting mad cuz I'm doing the damn thing Plus I'm a pimp and I'm screwing your damn dame I heard a lot of talk, thought you [?] Nigga where's your dough, caught you and your mans [?] Niggas didn't know, that was you and your man's chain Reality'll show, nigga you and your mans lame I pull up slow, sitting low in the [?] thing Birds move past, yeah this guy is an airplane Cuz I stay fly and I'm high as an airplane Always on the grind, keep my mind on my campaign I hit the ground running, go and talk to that damn pay Doing me, moving anything in my damn way Niggas talk tough but star struck when the lead spray Me I keep it hunnid, in the stu every damn day You can trust that the people love what your man say Why you think they give a fuck less what you can't say Niggas show love, roll up when our jams quake A young boy, but I get respect like a man ay You niggas heard, and you sweet as syrup on pancakes You hate, but you niggas can't help but let the jam play Bitch! [Interlude: Wiz Khalifa] Man you niggas is out your fucking minds man You should be on your grind fam I got school tomorrow nigga Get your tracks up or something man, Kev The Hustla man Show these niggas how the fuck we do it, Pistolvania [Verse 3: Chevy Woods] You talk, you hot Fucka you not, so stop fucka You talk, you shot fucka Yo Wiz the block love us Yeah you're a rock pumper Gunner with four thumpers Black on black, back to back in 4Runners It's nothing it's more hunger You hating your whore love us You see, I'm here to ruin your flow for sure sucka Yeah, your girl suck us you dudes ain't on your job And Wiz if it's a prob, I'm here, let's get it solved And I roll with gorillas, banana clips we them stealers Masked up, masked up to stop all your dealings You could pop if you wanna uh huh Cuz the block man I make that shit hot like an ATL summer Palms sweating Wayne got his mean mug on So that mean one thing inf beam you gone We keep them choppers in the grass, get to popping at your ass Cuffing all the shooters and the [?] down the ave You like gravy on the mashed potatoes, a little black tre eight'll Get you dirt mothafucka for pesos Riding ratchet on the lap is in the stash spot, your ass shot Niggas look in this red spot, spray em like chicken pox Around here it's all snow, December blocks Athleticism the only thing that I got from pops [?] [?] Been touching keys on a low [?] like Jamie Foxx You a fatigue soldier, 40s give you major pain Fuck around crash quick, bitch tried switching lanes Giving all the clips to lames Let em play they movie part John Claude, long arm blast with a lion heart Wish you would try to start like keys in the ignition Trench coat in the trenches posted on the benches That's your heart listen why it's beating so fast Looking for you blowing ray up out of freezer bags please Leave the flow to Kev cuz it don't happen over night Measuring that coke and soda tryna get the product right Shooters plus my squad'll fight Get dropped or die tonight 2005 version of [?] So I deal with you laters, haters give you the middle finger Flip you the bird, yeah youngin I'm absurd [Outro: Chevy Woods] Yeah, it's ya boy Kev nigga The boy Wiz Nigga got school tomorrow, nigga He bout as old as your son too Fuckin dummy Holla