No Invitation (Explicit)

No Invitation (Explicit) - Wiz Khalifa

Lyrics by：Wiz Khalifa

Composed by：Wiz Khalifa

Produced by：Quadwoofer Bangz/Ron Ron

Ron Ron do that ****

Beat that ************ up Quad

When I'm in my Double R

I got pounds in the trunk

I got hella of the shrooms you

Can get 'em if you want

I be in some Croc slippers

Hoppin' right off the plane

Ain't ******* with you niggas

I'm in my own lane

Big w**d big a*s closet

I got my own store

Good kush whole lotta money

That's what I'm known for

So you can holler if you hear me

I want the money or don't come near me

Your ***** talkin' to me loud

Like I'm Siri

Runnin' game on her brain

That's reverse engineering

This ain't no Tesla but it do

It's own steering

Just paid a quarter mil' for a earing

These niggas fake I'm the real thing

Private flight sittin' on a wing

Niggas catch a case they'll never sing

Got a ***** that'll never leave

Long money better w**d

We can **** girl but you won't get a fee

And this watch is a masterpiece

Taylor Gang nigga or

It's a casualty

Need my money on time

How it has to be

I don't share with a *****

So they mad at me

I don't stay 'cause the clubs

Where they values be

No difference between fake and reality

So I tell that *****

Hold up

My life ain't never boring

A hundred million I got it

Off of touring

And if it's up with you niggas

I'll leave it there

I keep the gloves in the trunk

So I don't need a pair

I keep the w**d rolled up

That's why I smell good

Ain't been that nigga

In the city since you left the hood

I keep it solid with my niggas

I'll never change

Since 09 a million

Niggas reppin' Taylor Gang

I'm on shrooms I don't ****

With alcohol

I'm out in Vegas couple

White ******* and Adderall

I'm overseas THC pills I got 'em all

And ain't trippin' 'cause

The customs think it's Tylenol

A private party and ain't

No one invited y'all

I got the papers the kush

But my lighter's gone

Give me a doobie and a beat

I'll write a song

Give me a business expense

I'll write it off

Boy you a worker you must think

You some kind of boss

I'm wearin' **** that you don't know

What the designers are

Hardly ever drive my car

I tell her Uber to my crib

'Cause it's kinda far

When I step out it's hard

To see my shades are kinda dark

I'm microdosing off the shrooms

Tonight I had a lot

She microdosing with me too

And said she had a shot

Ain't see me nowhere at

The playoffs 'cause we had a box

Hold up my Rollie don't tick

Pockets loaded won't fit

Y'all move slow than a *****

From my car you know that I'm rich

I hop out she blow me a kiss

I don't trick you show up with gifts

Lot of patience I learn

I ain't grow up with it

They don't charge me

'Cause I'm different

When she kick it with you

She on a mission

She like to shop a lot

She in love with them labels

Go to Carbone and take

A picture at a table

I'm rollin' ounces of the kush

You gettin' smoked out

A pretty face some little

Titties but it poke out

Went to the doctor real quick

Ain't nobody know 'bout it

She got a nigga at the crib

Ready to get so violent

She keep on callin' my phone

Ready to get piped up

Them niggas wearin' a wire

Them niggas mic'd up

Kush in my right lung

When you take a look at my chain

It look like the lights on

And them niggas gon' be in icon

Want the gas nigga you got the right one

Chucks or Vans ain't no Nikes on

All of my niggas do our thing

So you gon' fight or run

Hear what I'm sayin' nigga line it up

Pull every ***** at the party

Got niggas mad like who invited us

Damn I really smoke

The best w**d in the world see