Can't Stay Sober

(album: Wiz Got Wings - 2021)

Smoke another bag, I got cash, I don't need to flash
Hop up off the plane, foreign bitch want my autograph
Brand new foreign ride, I just put the mufucka' in the stash, yeah

Hopping off the jet, mo' money to invest
I love have fun, business, never neglect
Niggas know it's the gang, they never disrespect
A quarter million dollars, I put that on my neck
Wanna come at my ride? You better come correct
My niggas down to slide, I put that on the set
No fucking up the vibes
Good kush up in the air, my hand is on her thighs
Get money errywhere, conduct myself like a player
Niggas saying what I should do
But I don't give a fuck, I don't care
Talk it and be about it
A pound of kush, you won't see me without it
My weed is the loudest and I put that on gang (Gang)

Never tryna sober up (Oh)
Pull up and they know it's us (Oh)
That's how you know I be killing it (Yeah)
That's know you know I'm the realest in this bitch (Oh)
Teach 'em how to roll it up (Oh)
'Notha shot, po' it up (Oh)
She left you, now she feeling it (Yeah)
Tired of talking it, we living it

Uh, I get my weed from a dude that look just like me
'Locs long, big crib for him and all of his seeds
Rolling trees in my car, spilled some nugs on my seat
If you walk up in my closet, 'lotta J's for my feet
'Lotta chucks too
Wanna kick it with a real nigga so she come through
Her friend say she having fun too
I don't blame her
Let 'em get as wild as she want, I don't tame her
You can smoke this J if you want, a lotta flavors
Some good vibrations
My backyard feel like vacation
I put you on a first name basis
Don't get tied up, no laces
No lames over here, all gang shit

Never tryna sober up (Hahahaha)
Pull up and they know it's us (Oh) (Yeah nigga)
That's how you know I be killing it (Yeah) (We gon' keep smoking, while y'all niggas drinkin')
That's know you know I'm the realest in this bitch (Oh)
Teach 'em how to roll it up (Oh) (Fuck wrong with y'all man? It's 2021)
'Notha shot, po' it up (Get yo' paper up) (Oh)
She left you, now she feeling it (Soembody)
Tired of talking it, we living it (Oh)

Gotta bottle coming, filled with McQueen (With McQueen)
If I'm in the clubs then you know I'm V.I.P. (V.I.P.)
Fucking up the couches, standing on the seats (On the seats)
Wizzle got wings, Wizzle got everything (Everything)