[Intro]
Yeah
Y'all n***as doing out here, man?
Can't be serious
Ta-ha-ha-ha
It's what you want (Yes)
OK!
Yeah

[Verse]
Motherfucker it's, W-I
Act up, knuckles'll fly
Swing somethin' that'll bubble your eye
I've been trouble since the day I was born, a couple mix-ups
So I switched up, made it a song
Put your fists up, say that it's on
You know the style, get wild
Like a child I was raised in the corn, n***a
And everybody wanna face-off, until they face off
I'm like a jet when I take off
I'm the one that grip the beat, youngin'
No bullshit, I spit the heat, youngin'
Hit the streets, youngin'
You'll hear my name ring bells
At your face, I aim these shells
Young Wiz, hey pimpin
Prince of the city of steel ain't trippin'
Pricks try to claim to be real, straight simpin'
Y'all n***as ain't listenin'... hold up!
Who you... know realer? Flow iller?
Move with a team of goons and go-rillas
Bruise all the crews that choose they don't feel us
Dudes probably thought I'd lose, no, n***a!
Go figga, man I'm playin' to win
If a n***a act up, then I'm layin' him in
You can see a little change from the way that it's been
Said it before, I'll say it again...
Motherfucker it's W-I (Dot) Z (Dot), playa!
Cowards all stuck, I'm up at the top layer
Half of y'all suck, it's nothin' to drop haters
Stackin' all bucks, man fuck it, it's not fa-ir
Cause my team keep winnin', keep women
Keep coming out with amounts of dollars, and keep spendin' em
From the home where the hammers' shootin'
Cats all day, hand-in-hand, we're moving
They can't swing like a fan was movin'
Get chopped up like a jam in Houston
It's young Wiz, huh, Steel City, yeah!
Pittsburgh-fitted low, I'm the rookie of the year
Yeah! And I rock and roll
'Till the kid rock Rollies, and my pockets swole
Getting paid's not an optional
I tell chicks, C.D.C
Cash Daddy's Checks and roll
[Outro]
These n***as crazy, man
It's ya boy Wiz Khalifa, the boss, man
Do this shit with my eyes closed, b
Ta-ha-ha-ha, WOOO!
What up [?], yeah
That Pistolvania shit
Bang, bang... BANG!