[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
And when we smoke, we gotta use some incense babe
When I stroke, I'mma go slow for a minute
So long, we be burning out them candles girl
[Verse 1: JG Trigga]
When we smoke, we gotta use incenses, baby
When we smoke, we gotta use incenses, baby
When we smoke, we gotta use incenses, baby
When we smoke, we gotta use incenses, baby
All I gotta say is f you, never even once Ima go trust you
You won't even have a normal conversation
Always gotta make a awkward move for us two
When you leave in a couple weeks, don't let the front door hit your pretty face
We're gonna miss you so bad, not, you're mad fake
You changed in the way they hate you
I can feel the fakeness in you
Enunciated your words, don't be hatin' on me, you know it's you
Be on your way, get your luggages
Don't try sending me all them messages
I won't bother, I'll be chillin with my crew
Breaking up ices for my Mountain Dew
And a b**h is what you are
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
[Verse 2: JG Trigga]
I deaded you, left you in all black
Mr. Boomerang, I ain't coming back
For your bullsh**, I feel bad you believing that hoe
You're f**ing wack
Never gon get the slops
Wet sheets, white stain, candles all lit
Kiss my a**, I'm a big dick
s** it up and take it like a man
Stroke my big ego
Blast off, wipe it off
Taste it, slap it on your face
Finish off, top it with a smoke on the side
Wanna slop it in, and hear it in, you're gonna never gettin that
Cause a b**h like you gonna get smacked
And I need to get smacked to forget your crap
And a b**h is what you are
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]