Wiz Khalifa – Cabin Fever Lyrics

Cabin Fever

Wiz Khalifa

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"Cabin Fever." - Wiz Khalifa

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 07:21 am

Album: Cabin Fever

Track No: 02

Yeah
Yeah
You **** know its the gang or kill yourself, right?
Yeah
Yup
Red hat, black chucks, black 501s on
That's your baby momma but her numbers in my iPhone
Yeah I got a girl but I swear I need a newer bitch
Let her out the house and I'll be leaving here with your bitch
I'm flyin' in a different city every night
Got everything I ever wanted so this can't be life
Breaking down the weed I'm 'bout to make a plane
A hundred **** with me all reppin' Taylor Gang
Yeah bitch
Okay
Yeah
Yup
Lot of **** fake but me I give these hoes faith
Feed her alcohol and leave that bitch with no taste
Out of this world need my own space
Back seat and I'm a ride until the chrome break
Big heat will turn your body to a cold case
She don't even make it rain she just throw me face
Got some **** quick to bang like they Major Payne
Told Lil' mom I rep the gang she just say the same
Yeah bitch
If you see 'em point 'em out
If you see 'em point 'em out
There's a bad bitch in here
And you see her point her out
There's a bad bitch in here
And you see her point her out
Yeah, yup
You show up to concerts looking like a fan
I pull up in car service looking like the man
Hella reefer smoke, a lot of pictures being taken
My bitch from Atlanta, my weed is Jamaican
I don't talk much, too many **** hatin
Buy the boutique that's my type of conversation
I dropped a little change on these hater frames
Took her car keys and let her play the wing
Mm-hmm, you lil bitch
Now go and pick that money up
Not 'cause I said so, because you want to, nah

Writer(s): Wiz Khalifa, Jordan Houston, Lexus Lewis, Orville Erwin Hall, Paul Beauregard & Phillip Glen Price.

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