Smoke DZA - Legends In The Making (Ashtray Pt. 2) Lyrics
feat. Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa[Hook]Ridin, smokin premeRidin, smokin premeRidin, smokin premeWe're legends in the makingRidin, smokin premeRidin, smokin premeRidin, smokin premeWe're legends in the makingAnd we roll up that dourMo money, mo powerAnd we roll up that dour(Legends in the making)And we roll up that dourMo money, mo powerAnd we roll up that dour(Legends in the making)Young Khalifa, where the young KhalifaWhen in every car I'm smoking weedUp in it, I don't know what type of shit you onI need at least a zipDidn't you hear, I say the cars I own are never leased a whipLeather jacket, nigga muscle cars on that greasy shitAnd my bandana tied, I play to rideLive a movie so make sure the camera rightAnd I'm pullin' up and hoppin' out a mess of shit that young niggas ain't supposed to getYou know I'm richNigga my whole squad getting itPractically live on the roadDoing 100 when I'm in this *****You know niggas kinda slowA raw paper and some bomb weedThat lil' nigga's tryna clone meAnd labels tryin' to make the own meBut I'm the only one that own me[Hook]Kush god, keep it rollin' like the brakes brokenThat's a little gram, little man that ain't smokingWe move this shit, movie shit, I'm in motionGeorge Kush, second term and I'm still loadedYo ***** on me, all over my instinctI'm in the bay, smoking on King HenryOn that y.o, retro haze but spI don't search for trees, I am OGLil' nigga your lungs ain't strong enough to high box regardYou ain't got no ones and you mouthin' offNigga knock it off, you niggas is throughRun we goin' down, that's how much shit we gon'doI got so much rugby, I can start my own ...Big face Rollie, and my mob stay smooth*****in' *****es not lookin' for a nigga like youI'm from Harlem[Hook]Holmes, where you get that weed fromPlease don't roll another oneI don't even think that's trees sonBullshit, all this to show you somethingMotor running, tank on FHigh octain, high off the best strainI write with my left brainHaters face get tight when it's set gameAnd them hoes know the businessBall tight game for the ones they missinNo book, boy we handle *****esNigga I rap clothes off yo womenClothes I smoke, we're all in one cityGold and chrome, 13 inchesBikes on the dashboard, 16 switchesCar full of fumes, smoking that fuelExxon on in the ashtray of my coupeSend a ho smellin' like Chevron themeYou more than whip, expectin' you toDouble my money, double the crewTriple what we smoked yesterdayThen it's 4-20, 24/7Spitter Andretti, Ferraris and Chevys[Hook]
