Wiz Khalifa – Flickin' Ashes Lyrics

Flickin' Ashes

Wiz Khalifa

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"Flickin' Ashes." - Wiz Khalifa

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 05:49 pm

Album: Star Power

Track No: 21

Yeah swisher Sweets, no Phillies
Yeah
Me I'm riding clean, smoking good
Can barely keep my eyes open
Listening to my favorite song
Leaning in my ride chokin'
Tell my dog to hit this weed
Feel like I'm finna pass out
Thought I had exclusive trees
Until he pulled his bag out
Had bout a half ounce
Some shit I've never seen in life
Said that once he grabbed it
Smelled so bad he had to bag it twice
I told him roll that shit up
This weed I had to light
These clowns somewhere in the clouds
Me I'm a satellite i roll them very nice
With smoke coming out the end like a muffler
Got game from the Hustla
Never said I'm gon' quit (quit)
I can't get enough of good weed in my lungs
Plus I'm sharin' I ain't cuffin' (ain't cuffin)
My eyes wide shut
I'm just staring saying nothing
I flick ashes, got big status, so I don't
Need a dime, I got big baggage, bitch
Yeah I blow it by the zip
Anywhere I go it's on the road on every trip
Ask my Nini, love her grandson but she know
That I'm a trip got my habit from Mrs peachy
Smoking roaches getting lit
Now I fill my blunts with so much weed
They say "that all ain't gon' fit"
On some highly grown shit
With a Hollywood bitch
Got the sweetest purple kush in
A precisely rolled spliff
High as John in Pulp Fic' on
The way to see Marcellus
Girl I'm in another world
And Chevy got another twirl
For those who don't know he
Got that roll game and I ain't gon' lie
He the reason why I got my roll game
I feel like I'm soul plane
I smoked the whole thang, pound or oz
Kush fiend, purple master OG
(Yea that's a little bit of kush talk
For y'all niggas who might not comprehend)
And every nigga that grow weed should know me
My leather so soft, my Swisher so sweet bitch
Ya, this Young Khalifa man
Mr blow it by the iddo, yup
And I've been state to state man
From here to there
Smoke the best of the best, you know?
So don't come runnin' up on me talkin'
Bout your good ass weed my nigga
I don't give a fuck
I got some good shit right here, yea
What up Chevy all my niggas that smoke good
You know who you are
Bobay the Hustler, what up Po Ron, Yak
Chueno the Kid, Lavish, cabbage
What up Blaze, Reese Murray
You know I gotta say Og
Houser, KU, Wako, What up
All my niggas that blow it down man
We be in every state man, heavy wit' it
Even all my niggas that can't smoke
What up Stevie, What up Lyte
Imma twist 3 up for you, yea
We get dumb stupid ass high over here man
Y'all niggas smokin garbage
I'm rollin' me a whole week's
Worth in one blunt, you know?
And that's just to get a little high
I'm smokin' all day, I been, uh
I was is in Portland, Oregon right
And I buy big zips of this shit
You know what I'm sayin'
Like, i don't be coppin' little, low
Or none of that
And this bag of weed was purple, like
Real purple kush grapes
Shoutout to all my niggas in The
Bay that know about them grapes
We're smokin' grapes out there
And it was great i'll be in Cali
OG Kush, Master Kush purple Kush, Mega Kush
Super Silver
These sound like comic book names, man
Shit ya'll niggas can't get y'all hands on
I be higher than a bitch
I be focused though, you know
Lot of ya'll niggas would go broke
Tryin to do this shit
Ay Chevy, roll another one up man
Chevy got that roll game ya'll
Niggas don't even know about
Kick your whole chest back, like
Uh, uh, a monkey punch, yea

Writer(s): Wiz Khalifa.

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