Wiz Khalifa – Heavy Hitters Lyrics

Heavy Hitters

Wiz Khalifa

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"Heavy Hitters." - Wiz Khalifa

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 04:44 pm

Album: Decisions

Track No: 06

Ride around no shirt on, yo' bitch get lurked on
Her ass look perfect, bend it over now work it
Throw it in a circle, I ain't tryna hurt you
My kush color is purple
Tatted up the whole surface
Chains on I'm swervin'
Top spot, I earned it
Hurtin' **** on purpose
My bitches come with papers in they purses
I got a pound of weed for sale
I use my hand, don't need a scale
Sellin' them all, there ain't none left
Don't call my phone
I'm on, you can see the progression
Got P's, got zones
No Z's, I'm always on my job
Low key, got sauce
Come see the boss
Them trees, we cross
They distributin' overseas, get me involved
I gotta get it for me and my dogs
Nah, I ain't leavin' them off
Diamonds doin' the wave in my charm
Everywhere we go, I got one already rolled
Everywhere we go, I know somebody that owes us
Everywhere we go, they be askin' "Where the smoke?"
And I pull out the bag, I guess I'ma have to show 'em
Everyone comin' 'round, they know I'ma break it down
Everyone comin' 'round, they know I'ma break it down
Everyone comin' 'round, they know I'ma break it down
Everyone comin' 'round, they know I'ma break it down
Top spot got that shit
Real life pothead shit
Smoked out all the events
Long joints all get intense
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Too much smoke in your lungs
They don't be smokin' like this where you from
Pass you another, you look at me dumb
You know that this gas for real
You know they just passed a bill
That's lettin' me smoke wherever I want
Don't tell me that it's an illegal substance
I'ma put you to the test
I came with a bunch, I'ma leave with nothin'
When I smoke out my piece, it's custom
Better hold in that smoke
I'm tryna get high, ain't rollin' these trees for nothin'
I'ma open my window and drop the top, don't care if police is comin'
When I see a bitch, she rollin' with me, you know it's a easy bucket
I'm rollin' that weed, she love it
Glass tip, you don't see the crutches
Fast whip, you don't see the buttons
Bad bitch, she gon' leave her husband
Sad ****, don't ask no questions
My swag different, my cash bigger I'm on a different level
Might get here if I let you
Might forget that I met you
'Cause you ain't special
Got Kush, it's medical
Everywhere we go, I got one already rolled
Everywhere we go, I know somebody that owes us
Everywhere we go, they be askin' "Where the smoke?"
And I pull out the bag, I guess I'ma have to show 'em
Everyone comin' 'round, they know I'ma break it down
Everyone comin' 'round, they know I'ma break it down
Everyone comin' 'round, they know I'ma break it down
Everyone comin' 'round, they know I'ma break it down
Shout out my young homie ID

Writer(s): Wiz Khalifa.

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