Wiz Khalifa – Gone II Lyrics

Gone II

Wiz Khalifa

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"Gone II." - Wiz Khalifa

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 09:55 pm

Album: Prince Of The City 2

Track No: 11

Yeah, it's young, ya know?
Crack that shit down
Roll that shit up, light that shit, pass it
Nah, fuck that, face this one, yeah
This for all my true weed smokers
Yeah, **** ask me what's wrong with me?
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
Ridin' in my ride, so blowed, don't how to think
But I'm stayin' high
I'ma roll me a nice, long Swisher, filled with light green
Oh, I think they like me, let me get a light, B
(And then I'm gone)
Off that Cali bud, what the fuck you chokin' on?
Mr. Bud by the Zone, O's like Omarion
And we ain't tuckin' nothin' cousin, what's the hold up?
Keep 'em comin' back to back to back, we roll up
('Til it's all gone)
Get a pound, break it down
I ain't stingy, it's enough to go around
And I'm blazin' right now, **** tellin' me to hold on
Crank it, twist it, light it, take a pull and hold on
(And then, I'm gone)
I gotta have it, gotta have it, that's unheard about
Rollin' up another blunt, before I put the first one out
My eyes low, have me chiefin' 'til I choke
**** askin' me what's wrong
Blew some smoke up out my nose and said I'm gone
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that brownish drank
**** know how I roll, it look like my eyes closed
Hennessey and Hydro, rhyme slow
****, I'm on a different type of a vibe
This a different type of weed
And I'm a different type a high
(My ****, I'm gone)
To a place that you probably never been in life
Smokin' Purple Kryptonite
Make sure you curl that Swisher right
'Cause I ain't tryna have this home grown runnin'
Homie thinkin' he gon' smoke for free
I duck 'em, roll somethin'
(Then, I'm gone)
In my ride, doin' 80 in a 45 Zone, half a zone
Got me blown, I get more than high
Fresh off of the plane
Head start into my hotel
Weed man in every city, yeah, I smoke well
(Even when I'm gone)
I ain't the only one, all my **** puff pounds
Swingin' blunts 'round, sun up 'till sun down
My eyes low and my words are getting slow
**** askin' me what's wrong
I blew some smoke up out my nose and said, I'm gone
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank
(That sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky, that sticky, that icky)
Purple, purple in my pocket and my jeans sag low

Writer(s): Wiz Khalifa & John Julian.

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