Wiz Khalifa, Big K.R.I.T., Girl Talk, Smoke DZA - No Singles lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Wiz Khalifa, Big K.R.I.T., Girl Talk, Smoke DZA - No Singles lyrics]
Blowin' kush smoke out the window (Right)
Pockets full of hundreds, no singles (Uh)
Pockets full of hundreds, no singles
Cruisin' down the street in my '64 (Right)
Cruisin' down the street in my '64 (Uh)
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Pockets full of hundreds, no singles
My pen way sharper than a sword
Keep your cool, don't make me pull a cord
My lord
Was in the trap, see the cracks in the decor
Still paint chips droppin' on
The floor, my lord, uh
God bless ya smooth like Drexler
Mind state trained to move it'self like Tesla
(Uh) crime rate boostin'
Chicks takin' trips, troopin'
Profited from them trips to Houston (Really)
GED, gettin' every dollar countin' stacks
Either that or get to bouncin' like Impalas
(Uh)
Have them jack boys all up on your collar
And twenty-five's the new numbers for lows
I'll holler
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Blowin' kush smoke out the window (Ha ha ha)
Pockets full of hundreds, no singles
(yeah, yup)
Pockets full of hundreds, no singles
Cruisin' down the street in my '64 (Right)
Cruisin' down the street in my '64 (Uh)
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Pockets full of hundreds, no singles
I was whippin' in the kitchen
Whipped it on the corner
I was workin' on the foreign
Whipped it 'til the mornin', you was snorin'
Pushin' on some buttons
Turnin' nothin' into somethin'
It was lint up in my wallet
Now these pockets super lumpy
Breakin' bread with my partners
Whippin' on some choppers
Stick my arm out the window just
To shine on these boppers
Just to shine on these bitches
Recline on these hoes
When your wrist game froze
Tell 'em anything goes
Gutter bass with the treble
Mix the highs with low
Woodgrain on the dash
Reppin' wires with Vogues
Pop trunk for the show, inside, it glow
Chrome grill and the women
Whip wide and slow, hold up
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Blowin' blowin' kush smoke out the window
Pockets full of hundreds, no singles
Pockets pockets full of hundreds, no singles