Personal Party
Wizzle got wings, Wizzle got everything
Got your pussy wetter than a hurricane
Pay the bill, tell her, "Keep the change"
We don't really pass ’em, we just smoke
We don't really pass 'em, we just smoke
I hope you got your own rolled up
I hope you got your own rolled up
We don’t really pass 'em, we just smoke
We don't really pass 'em, we just smoke
I hope you got your own rolled up
I hope you got your own rolled up
By the time you hear this one
I'll be high, somewhere on a mission
Probably flying somewhere
Me and a couple bitches
Who look good as they do in they pictures
Look 'em up
They got shit like CEO in they description
Rather bring her back to her seat
Her shit too expensive
THC pills and McQueen shots, we twisted
None of us spilled our drinks
When the plane lifted off
Destination was typed in and, baby girl
You the type that might end up in
My bed before the night end
Made sure she was in her right mind
Some nigga rolled her a joint
I threw that shit out and let her hit mine
We don't really pass 'em, we just smoke
We don’t really pass ’em, we just smoke
I hope you got your own rolled up
I hope you got your own rolled up
We don't really pass ’em, we just smoke
We don't really pass 'em, we just smoke
I hope you got your own rolled up
I hope you got your own rolled up
Personal parties
Only pass to my niggas from the hood
Or my brother from New Orleans
Don't know where your hand’s been
So you won't put your hands on my spliff
If you was me, you would understand how many
Bands I spent to
Get to the position that I'm in
Expecting me to just dip in the stash
Like shit come out of thin air
That's how you know niggas ain't
Experienced and they energy's weird
I ain't promise you nothing, just to be clear
Plus turned down everyone the same way
Just to be fair
Losing my respect, getting all emotional
Should've brought your own like a
Nigga told you to do
We don't really pass 'em, we just smoke
We don't really pass 'em, we just smoke
I hope you got your own rolled up
I hope you got your own rolled up
We don't really pass 'em, we just smoke
We don't really pass 'em, we just smoke
I hope you got your own rolled up
I hope you got your own rolled up
Me and Berner picking out another strain
Private pilot, Rolls Royce outside the plane
Tryna get some sleep
I'm taking off my chains
Wizzle got wings, Wizzle got everything