Mike Dimes, Wiz Khalifa, Hoodlum - GREEN lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Mike Dimes, Wiz Khalifa, Hoodlum - GREEN lyrics]
What's up with that weed man
We blowing trees money from these hoes man
That's what I need
What's up with that weed man
We blowing trees money from these hoes man
Ayo Schim run that shit back
They try to tell me I'm a bobber, copper
Dropper, popper, stopper, commas a lotta'
I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama
Pappa, slaughter, daugthers, head knocker
Clientele all on my phone
I went to Venice just to bone it
And end up taking shawty home
I got bitches on my dick
Won't leave me lone'
I keep it playing I ain't worried bout
A hater they gon' talk too much
(What's up with that weed man)
I'm the biggest fucking gumpie in the tank
Lil baby you need a ticket just to get
A up in the place, lil baby
I make a ticket every city in the states
Lil baby i'm the shit proly' how I
Got the stench but lately
I been on the road for the riches
Till I double all my expenses
I ain't never gon' fall of a pivot
(Straight up)
But i'mma proly' be trippin' if
I hear one more description
About a nigga having me and some
Lame in the same sentence, nigga
(What's up with that weed man, Fuck nigga)
Cause, I ain't even like that boy
Probably couldn't even write with the boy
Be mean all night to the boy
Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum up this and change the
Height of the boys swear they don't know me
Don't wanna meet the old me
They try to tell me I'm a bobber, copper
Dropper, popper, stopper, commas a lotta'
I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama
Pappa, slaughter, daugthers, head knocker
(uh, uh huh)
They trynna' tell me I'm a taylor
Gangster but I do it major
Weed hand but I be with bangers
Why you talking to the coppers, not us
Why you trynna' stop us?
On them shrooms, we pill
Poppers wanna book me, fly me private baby
Ride me baby
From the burb where they grab me baby
I been looking shiny lately
What the time say? I can't even see the face
Stars in the roof make her
Think we at outerspace
They try to tell me I'm a bobber, copper
(Yeeah)
Dropper, popper, stopper, commas a lotta'
I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama
Pappa, slaughter, daugthers, head knocker
I got options
Big 40 on my waist, feeling coughin’
I’m on gas, bitch i’m coughin’
What you need though?
I got hoes, tall, moonwalking to the
Drank up in my gutter, and my pee-hole
(What's up with that weed man)
Shoot the shot like free-throws
Chop shit, not me though
Drank sip, like tea hoe
Big bag and my heat close
Get, to that peep-hole shut up
They try to tell me I'm a bobber, copper
Dropper, popper, stopper, commas a lotta'
I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama
Pappa, slaughter, daugthers, head knocker
We blowing trees money from these hoes man
That's what I need
What's up with that weed man
We blowing trees money from these hoes man
Ayo Schim run that shit back
They try to tell me I'm a bobber, copper
Dropper, popper, stopper, commas a lotta'
I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama
Pappa, slaughter, daugthers, head knocker
Clientele all on my phone
I went to Venice just to bone it
And end up taking shawty home
I got bitches on my dick
Won't leave me lone'
I keep it playing I ain't worried bout
A hater they gon' talk too much
(What's up with that weed man)
I'm the biggest fucking gumpie in the tank
Lil baby you need a ticket just to get
A up in the place, lil baby
I make a ticket every city in the states
Lil baby i'm the shit proly' how I
Got the stench but lately
I been on the road for the riches
Till I double all my expenses
I ain't never gon' fall of a pivot
(Straight up)
But i'mma proly' be trippin' if
I hear one more description
About a nigga having me and some
Lame in the same sentence, nigga
(What's up with that weed man, Fuck nigga)
Cause, I ain't even like that boy
Probably couldn't even write with the boy
Be mean all night to the boy
Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum up this and change the
Height of the boys swear they don't know me
Don't wanna meet the old me
They try to tell me I'm a bobber, copper
Dropper, popper, stopper, commas a lotta'
I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama
Pappa, slaughter, daugthers, head knocker
(uh, uh huh)
They trynna' tell me I'm a taylor
Gangster but I do it major
Weed hand but I be with bangers
Why you talking to the coppers, not us
Why you trynna' stop us?
On them shrooms, we pill
Poppers wanna book me, fly me private baby
Ride me baby
From the burb where they grab me baby
I been looking shiny lately
What the time say? I can't even see the face
Stars in the roof make her
Think we at outerspace
They try to tell me I'm a bobber, copper
(Yeeah)
Dropper, popper, stopper, commas a lotta'
I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama
Pappa, slaughter, daugthers, head knocker
I got options
Big 40 on my waist, feeling coughin’
I’m on gas, bitch i’m coughin’
What you need though?
I got hoes, tall, moonwalking to the
Drank up in my gutter, and my pee-hole
(What's up with that weed man)
Shoot the shot like free-throws
Chop shit, not me though
Drank sip, like tea hoe
Big bag and my heat close
Get, to that peep-hole shut up
They try to tell me I'm a bobber, copper
Dropper, popper, stopper, commas a lotta'
I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama
Pappa, slaughter, daugthers, head knocker