Wiz Khalifa Harry Fraud - Top Golf

Who the kushest? Who the orangest? Who got pounds? Who got flowers like a florist? Champagne, a hundred girls where my floor is Taylor Gang the whole world, we explored it High performance supersport shit Get the beat, don’t write it down, just record it Go to sleep drunk, wake and bake in the morning Since high school I had P’s so I had court dates Never running out of tree there’s more on the way Balenciaga and Chrome fill up my closet space “Khalifa Man been in his bag,” that’s what the people say Louis duffel fillеd with something that’ll get a regular nigga in troublе Car filled with muscle Same gang, tatted on my hand heavy hustle A little kush, that’s the missing piece to the puzzle Bring the orange juice in, now we doing something Probably on the road for the next twelve months From the next city away they could smell us Who the kushest? Who the orangest? Whose passports tatted up like a tourist? Who did it once but then got plenty more, bitch?