T.A.P. lyrics

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Young n*ggas in this b*tch
Trippy-ass n*ggas in this b*tch
Rich icons, motherf*cker
Creative motherf*ckin' genius
Uh
And I don't give a sh*t
Straight up, I don't plan on it

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane (n*gga)
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane
Roll it up, light it up (Uh), have a puff, let's take a plane

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Nothin' but gin in my trippy cup, pouring more, I can't get enough
Young Khalifa on that hippie stuff, I break it down and it lifts me up
So much shinin', so much diamonds, all that there come from so much grindin'
So much weed up in my lungs, I'm in the air, I'm somewhere flyin'
In your town, I cop me a pound, show me one and I'll roll one
All my n*ggas straight drug addicts 'cause it takes one for you to know one
Bake some and never hold none, young n*ggas with some old lungs
Catch me out at your college campus, weed rolled with a cold one
Outside with my new car, my Chally parked by my old one
Got a couple of Rollies, dog, but I'm usually rocking the gold one
Catching flight on them private planes, Ferrari doors, I close 'em
Don't talk a mil', you ain't sold one, don't talk a pound, you ain't smoked one, b*tch
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J]
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane
Roll it up, light it up (Uh), have a puff, let's take a plane
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane (Yes, sir)

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Smokin' and sippin' while watching hoes strippin' (Yeah, ho)
Poppin' and rollin', I'm chiefin' this potent (Yeah, ho)
Dope by my side with the pistol and chopper (Yeah, ho)
Got from my b*tch and she get from her mama (Yeah, ho)
Talking like this, I be walking like this
Sold a few hoes and I bought a new b*tch
Taylor Gang n*ggas the number one chiefers
Smokin' on gas, probably louder than speakers (Mhm)
Mix with the hash, dip in the lean, Blue Dream, I'm a f*ckin' fiend (f*ckin' fiend)
Standin' on Fairfax gettin' smoked out with them n*ggas from Supreme (From Supreme)
Trippy sticks, bong rips, blunt dip, I'm down to do whatever (Whatever, b*tch)
She wanna pop a molly, man, Juicy J gon' f*ckin' let her (She did)
For a stronger strain, I'm spending bands, this ain't no reggie (Yes, sir)
When it's 'bout this gettin' high, ain't nothin' you can tell me
Xanax bars, beans, and syrup, that's my trippy kit (Ho)
I'm like a pimp in the club working your b*tch (b*tch)

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J]
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane (b*tch)
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff, let's take a plane
[Outro: Wiz Khalifa]
I don't like to say I because, like, we're a collective
Like, Sledgren makes the beats
And like f*ckin' Cardo or Jerm does the engineering
Or me and Chevy sit around and talk about sh*t, and come up with sh*t
We made it comfortable for a lot of people to do, like, what they doin' and feel cool, like, doin' that sh*t
So what we gon' do with this mixtape is, like, really just turn it around and, like, step that up