Wiz Khalifa – iSay (feat. Juicy J) Lyrics

iSay

Wiz Khalifa (feat. Juicy J)

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"iSay." - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Juicy J)

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 03:36 pm

Album: Khalifa

Track No: 13

It's KK what I'm smokin', ****
And I done popped so many bottles, think I'm through with it
Been smokin' so much weed in public, owners cool with
Been on my grind since I was young, and now I'm stupid rich
You **** stupid, I'm in the club, and it's ruthless
My crew ain't part of that bullshit, my new whip's the hardest
Walk in the office like a businessman, I'm just an artist
Smokin' and all, crib full of weed
Plaques on the wall, my face on all the magazines
Kush in the jar, I'm gettin' this cheese
Pants skinny, rubber bands plenty
Whole team goin' hard like it's the last inning
Whole team goin' hard, you got no chance of winning
Lot of seats on the floor, lot of cash pendin'
I play the game left hand like my man Jimi
You just a right hand man, call that man Semmi
What can iSay?
What can I do
To show how much
Real shit a **** do?
What can iSay?
What can I do
To show how much
Real shit a **** do?
All of this off the internet
Those who ain't see it comin', dawg, I've been a threat
Been smokin' up all this weed, been rollin' up while I drive
Been to the bottom and back, been seein' you haters disguised
**** telling me lies just to try to get close
Shades cover my eyes 'cause I be higher than most
Been on the plane for twenty hours and wasn't tired
Live by the code, money power
Once I got on, my **** hired
Juicy J, he ride, it's the gang or die
The game will stress you out, but that's what this doobie is for
You actin' like you know me now, never knew me before
Snoop sat me down, school me the more
Kick it with my son and don't even do the awards
Said next year I might win me one
You got problems, don't lend me none
Got a pound, then go send me one
What can iSay?
What can I do
To show how much
Real shit a **** do?
What can iSay?
What can I do
To show how much
Real shit a **** do?
**** out here broke 'cause they scared of that bread
My money so old I got mold on that bread
How you think I went and copped that Rolls-Royce Corniche?
Turn around and bought a Maybach next week
A **** don't hustle, then a **** don't eat
A **** ain't playin' fair, and life ain't cheap
****, ain't shit sweet but this box of Swisher Sweets
Ever since I was a youngin', I've been (Gettin' it in the streets)
Now I'm on tour, even gettin' it overseas
All the way in Switzerland, they're stackin' Switzer-cheese
I ain't too good for that brown paper bag
I can still move that work, and I get it off fast
What can iSay?
What can I do
To show how much
Real shit a **** do?
What can iSay?
What can I do
To show how much
Real shit a **** do?

Writer(s): E. Dan, Big Jerm, Wiz Khalifa, Juicy J.

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