Wiz Khalifa Flickin' Ashes Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Swisher Sweets, no Phillies
Yeah

[Verse]
Me, I'm riding clean, smoking good, can barely keep my eyes open
Listening to my favorite song, leanin' in my ride, chokin'
Tell my dog to hit this weed, feel like I'm finna pass out
Thought I had exclusive trees until he pulled his bag out
Had 'bout a half ounce, some shit I'd never seen in life
Said that once he grabbed it, smelled so bad, he had to bag it twice
I told him, "Roll that shit up," this weed, I had to light
These clowns somewhere in the clouds, me, I'm a satellite
I roll 'em very nice with smoke comin' out the end like a muffler
Got game from the Hustla, never said I'm gon' quit
I can't get enough of good weed in my lungs, plus I'm sharin', I ain't cuffin'
My eyes wide shut, I'm just staring, saying nothing
I flick ashes, got big status
So I don't need a dime, I got big baggage, bitch
Yeah, I blow it by the zip, anywhere I go, it's on the road on every trip
Ask my Nini, love her grandson, but she know that I'm a trip
Got my habit from Ms. Peachy, smoking roaches, getting lit
Now I fill my blunts with so much weed, they say, "That all ain't gon' fit"
On some highly grown shit with a Hollywood bitch
Got the sweetest purple Kush in a precisely rolled spliff
High as John in Pulp Fic' on the way to see Marcellus
Girl, I'm in another world and Chevy got another twirl
For those who don't know, he got that roll game
And I ain't gon' lie, he the reason why I got my roll game
Feel like I'm soul plane, I smoked the whole thing, pound or oz
Kush fiend, Purple Master OG (Yeah, that's a little bit of Kush talk, for y'all niggas who might not comprehend)
And every nigga that grow weed should know me
My leather so soft, my Swisher so sweet, bitch [Outro]
Yeah, this Young Khalifa man
Mr. Blow It by the Iddo, yup
And I've been state to state, man, from here to there
Smoked the best of the best, you know?
So don't come runnin' up on me talkin' 'bout your good-ass weed, my nigga
I don't give a f*ck
I got some good shit right here, yeah
What up, Chevy?
All my niggas that smoke good, you know who you are
Bobay the Hustler, what up, Po Ron? Yak, Chueno
Slow-mo the Kid, Lavish, Cabbage
What up, Blaze? Reese Murray, you know I gotta say Og
Houser, KU, Wako, what up?
All my niggas that blow it down, man
We be in every state, man, heavy with it
Even all my niggas that can't smoke
What up, Stevie? What up, Lyte?
I'ma twist three up for you, yeah
We get dumb stupid-ass high over here, man
Y'all niggas smoking garbage
I'm rollin' me a whole week's worth in one blunt, you know?
And that's just to get a little high
I'm smokin' all day, I been, uh
I was is in Portland, Oregon, right?
And I buy big zips of this shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Like, I don't be coppin' little, low, or none of that
And this bag of weed was purple, like, real purple Kush, grapes
Shoutout to all my niggas in The Bay that know about them grapes
We're smokin' grapes out there and it was great
I'll be in Cali'
OG Kush, Master Kush
Purple Kush, Mega Kush
Super Silver
These sound like comic book names, man
Shit y'all niggas can't get y'all hands on
I be higher than a bitch
I be focused though, you know?
Lot of y'all niggas would go broke tryin' to do this shit
Ayy, Chevy, roll another one up, man
Chevy got that roll game y'all niggas don't even know about
It kick your whole chest back, like, uh, uh, a monkey punch
Yeah