Wiz Khalifa – Legends In The Making (Ashtray, Pt. 2) lyrics

Ridin', smokin' preme
Ridin', smokin' preme
Ridin', smokin' preme
We're legends in the making
Ridin', smokin' preme
Ridin', smokin' preme
Ridin', smokin' preme
We're legends in the making
And we roll up that dower
Mo' money, mo' power
And we roll up that dower
Legends in the making
And we roll up that dower
Mo' money, mo' power
And we roll up that dower
Legends in the making

Young Khalifa, where the don Khalifa?
When in every car I'm smokin'weed
Up in it, I don't know what type of s*** you on
I need at least a zip
Didn't you hear? I say the cars I own are never least a whip
Leather jacket, n**** muscle cars on that greasy s***
And my bandana tied, I play to ride
Live a movie so make sure the camera right
And I'm pullin up and hoppin' out a mess of s*** that young n****s ain't supposed to get
You know I'm rich
Uh!
N**** my whole squad getting it
Practically live on the road
Doing 100 when I'm in this b****
You know n****s kinda slow
A raw paper and some bong weed
That lil n****'s tryna clone me
And labels tryin to make the old me
But I'm the only one and only

Ridin', smokin' preme
Ridin', smokin' preme
Ridin', smokin' preme
We're legends in the making
And we roll up that dower
Mo' money, mo' power
And we roll up that dower
Legends in the making

Kush god, keep it rollin like the brakes broken
That's a little gram, little man that ain't smokin'
We move this s***, movie s***, I'm in motion
George Kush, second term and I'm still loaded
Yo b**** on me, all over Miami still
I'm in the bay, smokin' on king Kinley
On that YO, retro haze but SP
I don't search for trees, I am OG
Lil n**** yo lungs ain't strong enough to high box regard
You ain't got no ones and you mouth in off
N**** knock it off
N****s is blow
Run we goin down, that's how much we gon' do
But not so much stuff, you have to start my own dude
Big face Rollie, and my mob stay smooth
F***in' b****es, now I'm lookin' like a n**** like you
I'm from Harlem

Ridin', smokin' preme
Ridin', smokin' preme
Ridin', smokin' preme
We're legends in the making
And we roll up that dower
Mo' money, mo' power
And we roll up that dower
Legends in the making

Hoes where you get that weed from?
Please don't roll another one
I don't even think that's trees son
Bulls***, all this to show you something
Motor running, tank on F
High, I came high off the bed string
I write with my left brain
Haters face get tight when it's set game
And them hoes know the business
Ball tight game for the ones they missin
No book, boy we handle b****es
N**** I rap clothes off yo women
Clothes I smoke, we're all in one city
Gold and chrome, thirteen inches
Bikes on the dashboard, sixteen switches
Car full of fumes, smokin' that fuel
X on in the ashtray of my team
Send a hoe smellin like Chevron theme
You more than whip, expectin you to
Double my money, double the crew
Triple what we smoked yesterday
Then it's 4-20, 24/7
Spitter Andretti, Ferraris and Chevys

Ridin', smokin' preme
Ridin', smokin' preme
Ridin', smokin' preme
We're legends in the making
Ridin', smokin' preme
Ridin', smokin' preme
Ridin', smokin' preme
We're legends in the making
And we roll up that dower
Mo' money, mo' power
And we roll up that dower
Legends in the making
And we roll up that dower
Mo' money, mo' power
And we roll up that dower
Legends in the making