High Diss by HagsBags_ Lyrics
Verse 1:
Gonna start this song off
Lyrics will blow your fucking balls off, gotta get that zip off
Lets have a fuckin party at my house on top
Smoking pounds down south yo not talk shit ima slap your fucking mouth
Chains on my neck with diamonds in my mouth
Get that weed we be out, bought a bong
Expressing thoughts with my boy Thomas he is growing nug stocks Bitch
Done with this day and done with your thoughts shtick
Whoever is next take it away and make the fucking floor drop
And if u dont we'll have to make these 40s pop
Chorus:
THC every day, High af that me, Chorus gonna be slow, so I gotta go in fucking beast mode, bye bye getting high, ending goodbye
Verse 2:
Vicious Dabs, Science Labs, Glue it back bitch im always taking slabs dabs
I ain't my gym teacher I dont fuckin snort crack
Gotta fucking rap fast
Needa show you what im the fucking best at
Dont needa test that
Gotta fucking ask that
Question how the fuck you rap black? Idk but I do know Im fucking smoking green crack
Never have enough of that
This rap is a fuckin flash back, diss track for your fucking whack ass, names Till with the knuckles made of brass
Light a bowl and pass it back
Gotta smoke some purple grass, dont drink, no crack, get off me or ill kick your fuckin ass jack
Chorus:
THC every day, High af that me, Chorus gonna be slow, so I gotta go in fucking beast mode, bye bye getting high, ending goodbye
Verse 3:
Never been to jail dont know what it is like there
But I love fucking blowing smoke into the air
Its as if im sitting here and I keep on writing
It looks as if you are trying to cry man
Always told my self that im in-this world whatever you wanna do just keep on trying
Styling up my dear with nowhere else to go
Lincoln once said Four Score and Seven Years Ago, thats back in the 1800s
All this rap shit got me makin Hunnids
IceBox chain supplier, pulled my own tooth and didn't need no pliers
Chorus:
THC every day, High af that me, Chorus gonna be slow, so I gotta go in fucking beast mode, bye bye getting high, ending goodbye
Gonna start this song off
Lyrics will blow your fucking balls off, gotta get that zip off
Lets have a fuckin party at my house on top
Smoking pounds down south yo not talk shit ima slap your fucking mouth
Chains on my neck with diamonds in my mouth
Get that weed we be out, bought a bong
Expressing thoughts with my boy Thomas he is growing nug stocks Bitch
Done with this day and done with your thoughts shtick
Whoever is next take it away and make the fucking floor drop
And if u dont we'll have to make these 40s pop
Chorus:
THC every day, High af that me, Chorus gonna be slow, so I gotta go in fucking beast mode, bye bye getting high, ending goodbye
Verse 2:
Vicious Dabs, Science Labs, Glue it back bitch im always taking slabs dabs
I ain't my gym teacher I dont fuckin snort crack
Gotta fucking rap fast
Needa show you what im the fucking best at
Dont needa test that
Gotta fucking ask that
Question how the fuck you rap black? Idk but I do know Im fucking smoking green crack
Never have enough of that
This rap is a fuckin flash back, diss track for your fucking whack ass, names Till with the knuckles made of brass
Light a bowl and pass it back
Gotta smoke some purple grass, dont drink, no crack, get off me or ill kick your fuckin ass jack
Chorus:
THC every day, High af that me, Chorus gonna be slow, so I gotta go in fucking beast mode, bye bye getting high, ending goodbye
Verse 3:
Never been to jail dont know what it is like there
But I love fucking blowing smoke into the air
Its as if im sitting here and I keep on writing
It looks as if you are trying to cry man
Always told my self that im in-this world whatever you wanna do just keep on trying
Styling up my dear with nowhere else to go
Lincoln once said Four Score and Seven Years Ago, thats back in the 1800s
All this rap shit got me makin Hunnids
IceBox chain supplier, pulled my own tooth and didn't need no pliers
Chorus:
THC every day, High af that me, Chorus gonna be slow, so I gotta go in fucking beast mode, bye bye getting high, ending goodbye