Breeze

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa] Oh, we get gone in the breeze Late night smoking the weed Riding sitting low in the seat Just tell me if you’re ready to roll Oh [Verse 1: B-Real] You wanna book the Doctor But you can’t afford me, [Pay Up] But if you got the paper call Harry Gordy, [Harry!] He’ll book you for a consultation, I’ll prescribe you medication You’ll be vibing like it’s meditation Feeling wasted , don’t make me have this shatter Wrapped up round a white girl, put it in the L like it don’t matter We keep rollin’ it fatter and fatter She hit it harder pullin' like a monster and I don’t mind that shit for starters Down to the finish, we winning, the flower glistenin' Just listen We twistin’ the fire and higher we getting Light up this fire then flippin’ and sippin’ The finest shit, wired and trippin’ We keep climbin', the elevation is too much for you bitches Come on face it off the paper that was chasin' Seems outrageous but the grind is contagious And I got pages and pages of game And I’m watching all of you fuckin' haters go through your stages [Hook: Wiz Khalifa] [Verse 2: Berner] Brown bags full of new blue hundreds My old bitch hates, damn my new bitch love me Windows down, fresh air feel lovely Smoke Wax, looks like honey Makes your head feel funny (baller shit) We spend this money like it never runs out You broke, it makes me sick Put this gun in your mouth I had a plug in the south Had me reachin' two thou, used to shit Now trucks, take trips in the drought Gone in the breeze, ocean view for a week I piss pink champagne on a tropical beach Sittin’ low, in my old school, turn up the beat Light weed, pull a hand full out of the P Turkey bag boys, you ain’t got it like this 5 gran hash play, burns slow as a bitch We burn big everywhere we go Top show, no blow KK, floatin' out of my nose Let’s roll [Hook: Wiz Khalifa]