bag 2 by William Crooks Lyrics
[Intro]
Yo, man this shit is fucking stupid
Bitch I got it
[Chorus]
Two bags, got two bands
Yeah, fuck it hit the pipe feel like Blue Man
Y’all lookin’ kinda green, feel like blue man
I just hit the fuckin’ weed, don’t need new friends
Two bags, got two bands
Yeah, fuck it hit the pipe feel like Blue Man
Y’all lookin’ kinda green, feel like blue man
I just hit the fuckin’ weed, don’t need new friends
[Verse 1]
Back it, back it up, shut it down
Word of mouth, push around
Pack it up, smoke me out (Smoke)
Hundred pounds, run around
Run a, run a check
Shut your mouth (Bih)
Shut your motherfucking mouth
Money up, put money down
All this cheddar, I’m a mouse
Lotta zeros, I can’t count
Lotta zeros, I can’t count
Lotta diamonds in my mouth
95, go south
Yeah, I'mma get the bag, bitch
What the fuck?
Pack it up
Move it like a mack truck
Look at us
Hold me down, city boy actin’ up
I got fucking Harold’s chicken on my ski mask
Quit my job, pray to god I don’t relapse, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
So much money in my pocket
Boutta spend it all on myself
Yeah, bitch I got it
So much money in my pocket
Boutta spend it all on myself
Yeah, bitch I got it
[Chorus]
Two bags, got two bands
Yeah, fuck it hit the pipe feel like Blue Man
Y’all lookin’ kinda green, feel like blue man
I just hit the fuckin’ weed, don’t need new friends
Two bags, got two bands
Yeah, fuck it hit the pipe feel like Blue Man
Y’all lookin’ kinda green, feel like blue man
I just hit the fuckin’ weed, don’t need new friends
[Verse 2]
When I die, put my ashes in a Gucci bag
Roll me up, smoke it up
That’s a spooky pack
In the crib iced out on my Spooky Black
When I die, pray they do not make my movie bad
[Chorus, Chopped & Screwed]
Two bags, got two bands
Yeah, fuck it hit the pipe feel like Blue Man
Y’all lookin’ kinda green, feel like blue man
I just hit the fuckin’ weed, don’t need new friends
Two bags, got two bands
Yeah, fuck it hit the pipe feel like Blue Man
Y’all lookin’ kinda green, feel like blue man
I just hit the fuckin’ weed, don’t need new friends
Yo, man this shit is fucking stupid
Bitch I got it
[Chorus]
Two bags, got two bands
Yeah, fuck it hit the pipe feel like Blue Man
Y’all lookin’ kinda green, feel like blue man
I just hit the fuckin’ weed, don’t need new friends
Two bags, got two bands
Yeah, fuck it hit the pipe feel like Blue Man
Y’all lookin’ kinda green, feel like blue man
I just hit the fuckin’ weed, don’t need new friends
[Verse 1]
Back it, back it up, shut it down
Word of mouth, push around
Pack it up, smoke me out (Smoke)
Hundred pounds, run around
Run a, run a check
Shut your mouth (Bih)
Shut your motherfucking mouth
Money up, put money down
All this cheddar, I’m a mouse
Lotta zeros, I can’t count
Lotta zeros, I can’t count
Lotta diamonds in my mouth
95, go south
Yeah, I'mma get the bag, bitch
What the fuck?
Pack it up
Move it like a mack truck
Look at us
Hold me down, city boy actin’ up
I got fucking Harold’s chicken on my ski mask
Quit my job, pray to god I don’t relapse, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
So much money in my pocket
Boutta spend it all on myself
Yeah, bitch I got it
So much money in my pocket
Boutta spend it all on myself
Yeah, bitch I got it
[Chorus]
Two bags, got two bands
Yeah, fuck it hit the pipe feel like Blue Man
Y’all lookin’ kinda green, feel like blue man
I just hit the fuckin’ weed, don’t need new friends
Two bags, got two bands
Yeah, fuck it hit the pipe feel like Blue Man
Y’all lookin’ kinda green, feel like blue man
I just hit the fuckin’ weed, don’t need new friends
[Verse 2]
When I die, put my ashes in a Gucci bag
Roll me up, smoke it up
That’s a spooky pack
In the crib iced out on my Spooky Black
When I die, pray they do not make my movie bad
[Chorus, Chopped & Screwed]
Two bags, got two bands
Yeah, fuck it hit the pipe feel like Blue Man
Y’all lookin’ kinda green, feel like blue man
I just hit the fuckin’ weed, don’t need new friends
Two bags, got two bands
Yeah, fuck it hit the pipe feel like Blue Man
Y’all lookin’ kinda green, feel like blue man
I just hit the fuckin’ weed, don’t need new friends