[Intro]

(Excuse me, my good brother, I been meanin' to ask you for some advice)

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]

Uh, leave it to me

Rollin' up weed, I keep it G as can be

Keep somethin' bad right in my seat

Then them niggas talk down but they can't even compete

See your dream car ridin' down the street

Shit I got on might be unreleased

Them niggas ain't who they claim to be

They just watch us every day, safe to say they just wanna-be's

[Verse 1: Chevy Woods]

Make somethin' out of nothin', perfected joints that I'm puffin'

I like my raps with substance, I prolly hit your cousin

I get it and split it equal, keep thuggin' it with my people

Hit once, she want the sequel

She call me cause she don't need you

She always text me a preview, backseat of the [?]

I brought her that brand new see-through

She understand how we do

She want me to Danny Glover, she said that this weapon's lethal

I'm knowin' that she don't miss you

You thought that shorty's a keeper

She tryna flatter me like right now, I'm likin' her style

Plus I ain't had that bad lil' thing in a while

I had to rap to her like 8-Mile, I'm smellin' like loud

Married to the paper, been said my vows

Count it up after I'm watchin' it pile

I swear them hunnids keep on makin' me smile

I'm out here ballin', I ain't tryna get fouled

You know the streets, though

Gotta duck, plus keep the heat low

My shooters good like a Curry free-throw, yeah, mm

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]

Uh, leave it to me

Rollin' up weed, I keep it G as can be

Keep somethin' bad right in my seat

Then them niggas talk down but they can't even compete

See your dream car ridin' down the street

Shit I got on might be unreleased

Them niggas ain't who they claim to be

They just watch us every day, safe to say they just wanna-be's

[Verse 2: Chevy Woods]

Still ballin', triple double, James Harden

Shit goin' on 'round the way, got Moms callin'

My man fresh home from a body, dropped all charges

Told his girl that he ain't goin' back, hope he ain't promise

I'm still nice like Drew Brees after the Chargers

I'm no saint, another drink cause she on the way

They gotta pay a nigga andele

Could give a fuck what your honor say

Birthday, I want all the cake

Rental cars and Wisconsin plates

You sent your money, then it's on the way

It's on my mind so I gotta get it

I pulled up and spent a grip at L

You broke and tryna juggle different bitches

I'm tryna double up and live terrific

Ain't talkin' Christmas boy, my hustle gifted

She know she on my hit-list

Another joint, I'm elevator lifted

Can't go to court, we tryna get the witness

That pussy second to my momma's chicken

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]

Uh, leave it to me

Rollin' up weed, I keep it G as can be

Keep somethin' bad right in my seat

Then them niggas talk down but they can't even compete

See your dream car ridin' down the street

Shit I got on might be unreleased

Them niggas ain't who they claim to be

They just watch us every day, safe to say they just wanna-be's