Rick Ross, Wiz Khalifa - RetroSuperFuture lyrics
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rick Ross, Wiz Khalifa - RetroSuperFuture lyrics]
The minute I wake up I gotta get high
The homies we found us a way to get by
Lets call us some bitches and
Have a good time
A lot of bottles of Vodka as we forget time
Lets clean up the Chevy so we can ride by
Quick piece of pussy call it a drive by
I'mma slide by sipping on that high life
And my slippers jack triple
Where my five light
As a all-star I made so many highlights
Touchdown field goal this my night
She the wild type ready for the wild night
Are you the bi type hanging at the bar type
I hope you are cause that
Mean a player all right
Smokin like a Taylor so the
Paper is all white
Tryna to land a plane baby
Are you really game
Back to the future me and
Wiz got this thing saying
I stay high while ya'll stay low
Tryna tell me bout the smell I know
My eyes stay red from all that smoke
The weeds with me everywhere I go
And ya'll can't roll
Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah oh oh oh
I got yo girl digging all in my ash tray
Dicking her down for the few past days
She asked the name of my sneakers
Are they designer
Shawty green as the reefer even the grinder
Fucking like it's a porn in my recliner
Looking straight in the eyes
They show vagina
She's a liar but damn she does it well
We on fire imagine what it'll sell
All my homies are people that I admire
Small clique of real niggas smoking that fire
Holding my dick until the day that I expire
We and Wiz in the Benz getting higher
I stay high while ya'll stay low
Tryna tell me bout the smell I know
My eyes stay red from all that smoke
The weeds with me everywhere I go
And ya'll can't roll
Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah oh oh oh
I'm in the right pair of Nike Airs
From gravel to marble I travel light years
I'm like chyea I'mma chill right chea
Like the Mack 11 on me nigga no fear
Skateboard aboard to PanAmerica
I make more abroad than in America
Waiting for the day Bob rose from the dead
In HD as I take an ounce to the head
I stay high while ya'll stay low
Tryna tell me bout the smell I know
My eyes stay red from all that smoke
The weeds with me everywhere I go
And ya'll can't roll
Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah oh oh oh
The homies we found us a way to get by
Lets call us some bitches and
Have a good time
A lot of bottles of Vodka as we forget time
Lets clean up the Chevy so we can ride by
Quick piece of pussy call it a drive by
I'mma slide by sipping on that high life
And my slippers jack triple
Where my five light
As a all-star I made so many highlights
Touchdown field goal this my night
She the wild type ready for the wild night
Are you the bi type hanging at the bar type
I hope you are cause that
Mean a player all right
Smokin like a Taylor so the
Paper is all white
Tryna to land a plane baby
Are you really game
Back to the future me and
Wiz got this thing saying
I stay high while ya'll stay low
Tryna tell me bout the smell I know
My eyes stay red from all that smoke
The weeds with me everywhere I go
And ya'll can't roll
Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah oh oh oh
I got yo girl digging all in my ash tray
Dicking her down for the few past days
She asked the name of my sneakers
Are they designer
Shawty green as the reefer even the grinder
Fucking like it's a porn in my recliner
Looking straight in the eyes
They show vagina
She's a liar but damn she does it well
We on fire imagine what it'll sell
All my homies are people that I admire
Small clique of real niggas smoking that fire
Holding my dick until the day that I expire
We and Wiz in the Benz getting higher
I stay high while ya'll stay low
Tryna tell me bout the smell I know
My eyes stay red from all that smoke
The weeds with me everywhere I go
And ya'll can't roll
Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah oh oh oh
I'm in the right pair of Nike Airs
From gravel to marble I travel light years
I'm like chyea I'mma chill right chea
Like the Mack 11 on me nigga no fear
Skateboard aboard to PanAmerica
I make more abroad than in America
Waiting for the day Bob rose from the dead
In HD as I take an ounce to the head
I stay high while ya'll stay low
Tryna tell me bout the smell I know
My eyes stay red from all that smoke
The weeds with me everywhere I go
And ya'll can't roll
Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah oh oh oh