2 Stoned For TV lyrics

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Ridin' in a Hurricane
I'm just sippin' on McQueen
My crib, she ain't gon' never leave
The Taylors, that's the winning team
(Dreamer, wake up)
(Sledgren)

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Fresh dressed, I'm high but intellectual
Shorty textin' me sexual sh*t
I'm wondering how I make my next move
My best move, so I apply pressure
Residue from a pound on my dresser
Receipts from her heels 'cause I dress her
Don't ask me if I keep it real, ask mе if I keep the sh*t after the tag peel
Wi-Fi codе phone, baggin' still
You don't even need that 'cause after I break ya back
Only thing you worried 'bout's what I'm playing next
You impressed by my movie selection
Hit the gym in the morning, I want hella breakfast
Say you got a real n*gga on your checklist
Rep' the Gang, you could see it on my necklace
Know I got a pound of a weed if I'm on the plane
Wizzle got wings, Wizzle got everything
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y]
And when I call, you come through
And when I roll one up, take a hit and get stoned too
And when I call, you come through
And when I roll one up, take a hit and get stoned too
Keep the E in it, Chevys on switches
Smoke weed in it (Da-da-da, da-da-da)

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Uh, I just bought this car to pull up on y'all
Smokin' under the stars in midday, all log
Came up with another way to plug my double R
High fly boys, n*ggas never fallin' off
I pulled up, I parked
I hop out and walk to the crib, spark me, I laugh a little bit
Then the riddles got solved, oh yeah, I'm him
Just like you heard, you tryna come and get done like I done yo' girl
Keep you 'mersed in this player ass world I built
Smoked some of the best strains known to exist
Yeah b*tch, this it
Really in the mix, don't slip, don't f*ck up
And we might all get rich
Put your friends on the lick if you trust them hoes
Bring 'em wit' you on a mission, give 'em some of your dough
But not mines though
[Outro: Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y]
And when I call, you come through
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, da-da-da, da-da-da)
And when I roll one up, take a hit and get stoned too
(Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da)
And when I call, you come through
(La-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da)
And when I roll one up, take a hit and get stoned too
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(And when ya b*tch gettin' home, I'll be just gettin' home too)
Gang life, Gang life
(And if she wanna act grown, then I wanna act grown too)
Gang life, Gang life
(I'm down to see like anything)
Gang life, Gang life
(Got a couple b*tches sippin' on McQueen)
Gang life
(Come back to my crib, she ain't gon' never leave)
Gang life
(Wizzle got wings, Wizzle got everything)
(Everything, everything, everything, everything)