Hella Dope - Wiz Khalifa

It’s fuck my nigga.

Rep Taylor Gang,

Wassup my nigga?

Big as a truck my nigga.

That’s the bag I’m smokin'

You brag I’m hopin' that

You got some shit, too.

That’s real shit

That a nigga do.

Like leave a joint on the table

Smoke, I don’t drink sir, I’m not Maple.

No, and not able to hate on me, shit.

And the money I get

Make a nigga rich,

Make a bitch nigga sit,

Make a hoe get on dick.

Come to the crib and just strip.

Put a joint to my lips.

And get highed up, scryed up,

I mean skied up.

My niggas fried,

But don’t try to run up on us.

'Cause it might happen.

For the streets nigga, I ain’t just rappin'.

I gotta couple niggas cappin',

Hatin' on me,

But when you see me you dapin'.

What’s happenin'?

You a fuck nigga,

I’m on the roll.

Gettin' bucks nigga,

Gettin' paid,

Gettin' laid.

You a roach nigga gettin' sprayed

By the Raid.

And them cops wanna raid us.

Bitch niggas wanna hate us.

But them niggas can’t fade us.

I gotta afro, bad hoes.

Know a nigga name,

Yeah I’m on the plane,

Smellin' like weed.

Bringin' my trees with me

Everywhere I go

And everywhere I blow

Hella dope,

Hella smoke.

Hella dope,

Hella smoke

Hella dope,

Hella smoke.

Hella dope,

Hella smoke.

Hella dope,

Hella smoke.

Hella dope,

Hella smoke.

Hella dope,

Hella smoke.

I blow

Hella dope

Hella smoke.