Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y – Ashes Out The Window Lyrics

Ashes Out The Window

Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y

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"Ashes Out The Window." - Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y

Friday, 23 October 2026, 09:29 pm

Album: Roofless Records For Drop Tops: Disc 1

Track No: 09

What? (What?)
Straight off the vibe, wrote it in thirty seconds time (Gang, that's life shit right there, man)
This the life that I desired (Yeah), password required (Uh)
Gang got my back like an umpire
High as fuck, but she in denial (Yep)
Clothes hard to pronounce (Damn)
Fill up one, open a new account (Uh-huh)
Property where private personnel only allowed (What?)
She hit it and breathe it out (Uh)
Ain't even say she was leavin' (What?)
I'm playin' this game for a reason (Let's go)
And, baby, we change for the seasons (Hahahahahahahaha)
They pay me attention, I teach 'em (Yeah)
Don't play me, come smoke with Khalifa (Uh)
Get 200K for a feature (Woah)
I go get a mil' when I see one
You broke, so you might need a refund
I'm rollin' up good with a diva
They movin' too slow, tell 'em speed up
Life gang, they join us 'cause they'll never beat us
Just got a joint rolled
Flickin' ashes out the window (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Flickin' ashes out the window (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Flickin' ashes out the window (Yeah, yeah)
Huh, scraper, my rims poke out spaces
She like my crib spacious
She wanna go out later (Out later)
Take a few shots, no chasers
Don't run her mouth, she player
Don't do no name sayin'
Thunder buddy when it's rainin' (Yeah, yeah)
She come through for me and lay it (Lay it)
She too nasty to say it (Don't say it)
I don't talk like that, baby
But I could drive you crazy
You gotta want it, though
A few of your homegirls know
'Cause they done been here before
They done smoked and lost they clothes (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We done cut until the mornin', woke up stoned (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I let her pick what car I drive when I take her back home
She hopin' we do it again, but even if we don't (Even if we don't)
She be happy knowin' she rolled with one of the realest ones, huh (Did that for her)
I go get a mil' when I see one
You broke, so you might need a refund
I'm rollin' up good with a diva
They movin' too slow, tell 'em speed up
Life gang, they join us 'cause they'll never beat us
Just got a joint rolled
Flickin' ashes out the window (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Flickin' ashes out the window (Ayy, Chevy's on— smokin' weed in it, don't post me in your pictures)
Flickin' ashes out the window
You can keep a secret, we could always kick it
Jet Life players and the Taylor Gang ****
You can keep a secret, we could always kick it
With the Jet Life players and the Taylor Gang ****
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches
Smokin' weed in it, ho, don't post me in your pictures
Said if you can keep a secret, we could—
Rule number one, don't—
Huh
Alright, let me see it

Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz & Shante Franklin.

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