Wiz Khalifa – Bootsy Bellows Lyrics

Bootsy Bellows

Wiz Khalifa

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"Bootsy Bellows." - Wiz Khalifa

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 07:03 pm

Album: Rolling Papers 2

Track No: 11

Leave it to me, I'll have you twisting that weed with a G
Got too much talent just to be sittin' around with
Weed and alcohol, that's the balance
Ridin' in the Benz with low mileage
Working till my hands get callouses
Been a player, I established it
Whips be the fastest
Chicks be the baddest and my kush above average
Legendary status and my crib like a palace
I know why they mad
'Cause your bitch layin' in my bed
Still got the weed smell in her hair
Comin' home later, **** gettin' carats
Make a whole pound disappear
Come the money, tryna get it all
If it's for the gang, I'ma get involved
Look at me different now
Roll some weed and put your **** on
You ain't 'bout the paper, what you in it for?
And my eyes so low, soon as I walk in
I got a joint rolled you know that I'ma spark it
That's why I ride so slow, me and my gangsters
I hear 'em talkin' like they livin' but they ain't us
Pockets, they swole
I won't leave here alone, came here with no bitch
But when I walk out the door, I might leave here with your bitch
Uh, they ain't goin' hard as us
We courtside, chillin', smokin' out the building
Regardless if authorities give us permission
Boss bitches, **** breakin' their credit card limit
Then try to ball with us
We in talks with those who own they own business
My spark lit, then I paint pictures
Don't leave witnesses, nah ****, my gang different
Pull the Benz out in the rain
Hit her once, I won't even remember her name
Hella diamonds up in my chain
To say that I'm dope is a understatement but, no, I ain't underrated
Came from a place where **** make their own way
Got some girls who fuck me but got ****, so they don't say
I'm puttin' KK in the paper
On-point gang, ready for danger
Long joints, rollin' them things like broken fingers
Too clean to ever have a stain
Khalifa the boss before you beat the game
And my eyes so low, soon as I walk in
I got a joint rolled you know that I'ma spark it
That's why I ride so slow, me and my gangsters
I hear 'em talkin' like they livin' but they ain't us
Pockets, they swole
I won't leave here alone, came here with no bitch
But when I walk out the door, I might leave here with your bitch
Pockets is gettin' swole
Used to smoke blunts now it's paper she roll
Diamonds to my toes
Everywhere I go, I'm froze
You already know
Fool
Gangsters too
This is how them gangsters do

Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz & Edward Murray.

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