T.A.P.

[Hook (x4)]

Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane



[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]

Nothin' 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 grindin'

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 n*ggas straight drug addicts cause it takes one for you to know one

Bake somethin' and never hold none, young n*ggas 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 mill, you ain't sold one,

Don't talk a pound, you ain't smoked one



[Hook (x4)]

Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane



[Verse 2: 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 b*tch and she get from her mama

Talking like this, I be walking like this

Sold a few hoes and I bought a new b*tch

Taylor Gang n*ggas the number one chieffas

Smokin' on gas probably louder than speakers

Mix with the hash, dip in the lean blue dream, I'm a f*cking fiend

Standing on Fairfax getting smoked out with them n*ggas from Supreme

Trippy sticks bong rips blunt, b*tch I'm down to do whatever

She wanna pop a molly man, Juicy J gon' f*ckin' let her

For a stronger strain I'm spending bands, this ain't no reggie

When it's 'bout this gettin' high, ain't nothin' you can tell me

Xanax bars, beans and syrup, that's my trippy kit

I'm like a pimp in the club working your b*tch



[Hook (x4)]

Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane