Dispensary

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]

Beg your pardon but let me smoke

And my squad they be gettin' that dough

Gettin paid and we smoke

Taking them planes everywhere we go

Don't gotta ask cus you already know

[Verse 1: Chevy Woods]

Heard you niggas was ballin'

We ain't nothing alike

Dug some crack in my palm, on them cold nights

Now it's just champagne, on cold ice

And expensive cars and all the women that we like

You never had conversations with bad bitches

Who don't need you

Give them the up all night and they gon' feed you

You be living fast, but the pays right

You ain't ready you short still gettin' stage fright

Bout a dollar, twistin' that marijuana

The car older than me, I'm sliding in that Impala

Got niggas actin' like bitches, bitches realer than niggas

Pussy that shit ain't knew I been hustlin' with killers

Seen so much when that trunk pop

See them red and blue lights and we don't stop

Damn, that's just what a nigga been through

What the fuck you want me to do? Real shit

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

Hoppin' out that mofuckin'

Gettin' out that mofuckin'

I got so much mofuckin'

That I don't even mofuckin'

Why you niggas even mad at me

I'll gladly teach you niggas how to rap

You probably should be mad at the fact that you can't stack and you ass backwards

And that's when something bad happens

You be with, mad actors, mad slackers, you mad average

You niggas lookin' like mad rappers

Pull up in the Porsche, skirt up, smokin' that murda

Illest that you've heard of

Doin' shows with my shirt off

Problems with any of my dogs then they squared off

Hurt all, feelings cus of the dollars I've been getting

Smoking joints with your women

And we all chillin', Taylor Gang

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Berner]

20 grand in each ear

Space Jam 11 got three pair

Weed so strong I don't need clear

My cuddys locked up and I ain't seen him in three years

The world keeps turning, and my girls keep working

Hundred pack flipper, your team still hurting

Last minute trips to masterpiece don't tick

The rims on the whip all chrome clipse

I'm fly really, I don't try

Red eyes while cooking pies who am I? Dice guy

Big dog stacker, punk bitch slap a bitch trappin'

And I ain't never gonna switch up

I brought my new bitch with me to the pickup

And if they hit us they gon' leave blood with us

Drug dealers please pull my mud thicker

Pardon me for smoking

[Hook]