Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bootsy Bellows , by - Wiz Khalifa. Release date: 12.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bootsy Bellows |
| Gang, gang |
| Gang, gang, gang |
| Gang |
| Leave it to me, I’ll have you twisting that weed with a G |
| Got too much talent just to be sittin' around with |
| Weed and alcohol, that’s the balance |
| Ridin' in the Benz with low mileage |
| Working 'til my hands get callouses |
| Been a player, I established it |
| Whips be the fastest |
| Chicks be the baddest and my kush above average |
| Legendary status and my crib like a palace |
| I know why they mad |
| 'Cause your bitch layin' in my bed |
| Still got the weed smell in her hair |
| Comin' home later, nigga gettin' carats |
| Make a whole pound disappear |
| Come for the money, tryna get it all |
| If it’s for the gang, Imma get involved |
| Look at me different now |
| Roll some weed and put your niggas on |
| You ain’t bout the paper, what you in it for? |
| And my eyes so low, soon as I walk in |
| I got a joint rolled you know that I’ma spark it |
| That’s why I ride so slow, me and my gangsters |
| I hear 'em talkin' like they livin' but they ain’t us |
| Pockets, they swole |
| I won’t leave here alone, came here with no bitch |
| But when I walk out the door, I might leave here with your bitch |
| Uh, they ain’t goin hard as us |
| We courtside, chillin', smokin' out the building |
| Regardless if authorities give us permission |
| Boss bitches niggas breakin' they credit card limits |
| To try to ball with us |
| We in talks with those who own they own business |
| My spark lit, then I paint pictures |
| Don’t leave witnesses, nah nigga, my gang different |
| Pull the Benz out in the rain |
| Hit her once, I won’t even remember her name |
| Hella diamonds up in my chain |
| To say that I’m dope is an understatement but no, I ain’t underrated |
| Came from a place where niggas make their own way |
| Got some girls who fuck me but got niggas so they don’t say |
| I’m puttin' KK in the paper |
| On point, gang ready for danger |
| Long joints, rollin' them things like broken fingers |
| Too clean to ever have a stain |
| Khalifa the boss before you beat the game |
| And my eyes so low, soon as I walk in |
| I got a joint rolled you know that imma spark it |
| That’s why I ride so slow, me and my gangsters |
| I hear 'em talkin' like they livin' but they ain’t us |
| Pockets, they swole |
| I won’t leave here alone, came here with no bitch |
| But when I walk out the door, I might leave here with your bitch |
| Pockets is gettin' swole |
| Used to smoke blunts now it’s paper she roll |
| Diamonds to my toes |
| Everywhere I go, I’m froze |
| You already know |
| Fool |
| Gangsters too |
| This is how them gangsters do |