Lyrics Wiz Khalifa – T.A.P.

Wiz Khalifa:
Young niggas in this bitch
Trippy ass niggas in this bitch
Bitch icon’s mom

4x
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let’s take a plane

Nothing but gin in my trippy cup, pouring more, I can’t get enough
Young Khalifa on that hippie stuff, I break it down and it lifts me up
So much shining, so much diamonds, all that there comes from so much grinding
So much weed up in my lungs, I’m in the air, I’m somewhere flyin
In your town I cop me a pound, show me one and I’ll roll one
All my niggas straight drug addicts cause it takes one for you to know one
Bake somethin and never hold none, young niggas with some old lungs
Catch me out at your college campus, weed rolled with a cold one
Outside with my new car, my Chally parked by my old one
Got a couple of rollies dawg, but I’m usually rocking a gold one
Catching flights on them private planes, Ferrari doors I close ’em
Don’t talk a mil, you ain’t sold one, don’t talk a pound, you ain’t smoked one, bitch

4x
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let’s take a plane

Juicy J:
Smokin and sippin while watching hoes strippin
Poppin and rollin, I’m chieffin this potent
Dope by my side with the pistol and chopper
Got from my bitch and she get from her mama
Talking like this, I be walking like this
Sold a few hoes and I bought a new bitch

4x
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let’s take a plane

Wiz Khalifa:
I don’t like to say I because we’re a collective
Sledgren makes the beats and fucking Cardo
Or Jerm does the engineering
Or me and Chevy sit around and talk about shit
And come up with shit
We made it comfortable for a lot of people to do
Like what they’re doing and feel cool doing that shit
So what we’re gonna do with this mixtape is
Really just turn it around and step that up