4 the low – Wiz Khalifa lyrics

Lyrics 4 the low – Wiz Khalifa feat. Problem

4 the low lyrics
Good weed, eyes low
No, we ain’t gotta stress no more
Count it up, smoke gas slow,
Pounds for the low, call my cell phone
No, I don’t let shop close,
Froze, yeah, my neck so cold, ooh woah
Clones, I’m the connect start handin’ out clones
Every day wake up and get stoned
I’m talkin’ all-natural
I’m rollin’ them bats up now
The police don’t pat ’em down
I see they be down bad
I’m rollin’ up laughing now
These fools be sick, so when
I roll six I don’t even pass ’em now
Homie don’t even ask ’em now

Black market on the East side they boxed up and got rich
For that same thing they doin’ now homies locked up and I’m [?]
In a whoop wham still boxed up while them white folks get rich (On God)
So I make sure that I buy something every time I make the money flip (What?)

Now I be like
For the low
Pounds for the low
We got, pounds for the low
For the low
Pounds for the low
We got, pounds for the low
For the low
Pounds for the low
We got, pounds for the low
For the low
Pounds for the low
We got, pounds for the low

Rollin’ weed and I trip
Make money then I dip
Won’t ask for a sip
Self-made like Nip
Boys got chick ways
Ride waves like ship
The game know we good business
‘Cause we got it like this baby (What?)

I done made classics
Come to that grass you don’t even have to count
Whole turkey bag I roll it up fast
It don’t even last ’em now
Wow, how?
Now they wan’ flag ’em down
I do what I want ain’t putting ’em amount

For the low
Pounds for the low
We got, pounds for the low
For the low
Pounds for the low
We got, pounds for the low
For the low
Pounds for the low
We got, pounds for the low
For the low
Pounds for the low
We got, pounds for the lowww

4 the low – Wiz Khalifa lyrics
4 the low - Wiz Khalifa
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