Young Fyre - RetroSuperFuture lyrics

[Verse 1: Rick Ross] The minute I wake up I gotta get high The homies we found us a way to get by Lets call us some b**hes and have a good time A lot of bottles of Vodka as we forget time Lets clean up the Chevy so we can ride by Quick piece of p**y call it a drive by I'mma slide by sipping on that high life And my slippers jack triple where my five light As a all-star I made so many highlights Touchdown field goal this my night She the wild type ready for the wild night Are you the bi type hanging at the bar type I hope you are cause that mean a player all right Smokin like a Taylor so the paper is all white Tryna to land a plane baby are you really game Back to the future me and Wiz got this thing saying [Refrain: Wiz Khalifa] I stay high while ya'll stay low Tryna tell me bout the smell I know My eyes stay red from all that smoke The weeds with me everywhere I go And ya'll can't roll, woah woah woah woah woah woah woah oh oh oh [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I got yo girl digging all in my ash tray Dicking her down for the few past days She asked the name of my sneakers, are they designer Shawty green as the reefer even the grinder f**ing like its a p**n in my recliner Looking straight in the eyes, they show vagina She's a liar but damn she does it well We on fire imagine what it'll sell All my homies are people that I admire Small clique of real n***as smoking that fire Holding my dick until the day that I expire We and Wiz in the Benz getting higher [Refrain] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] I'm in the right pair of Nike Airs From gravel to marble I travel light years I'm like chyea I'mma chill right chea Like the Mack 11 on me n***a no fear Skateboard aboard to PanAmerica I make more abroad than in America Waiting for the day Bob rose from the dead In HD as I take an ounce to the head [Refrain]