Back in My Bag

I already smoked a blunt, got my hands back in my bag
Ima' break it down, gram after gram
Flamin' up the Woods, Back to back
Ima' fuck around n smoke my whole sack

I already smoked a blunt, got my hands back in my bag
Ima' break it down, gram after gram
Flamin' up the Woods, Back to back
Ima' fuck around n smoke my whole sack

I don't waste time, this shit is precious
Being alone, this shit is deafening
This bitch blew my whistle, she not a referee
I came on her face, I ain't Lionel, it got Messi
Busy burning this weed n' shit
This shits strong it's OP n' shit
Grabbing a whole P n' shit
Oz after oz now I'm sleep n shit
I don't like a creeping bitch
You better trust me
Cuz' if you don't trust me, how you gone love me
I only trust weed, it keeps me high in the lows
N' clears my vision when it's fuzzy, now I'm seeing four 20, 20
I told em it's a different type of time, when you put in a different type of grind
You always get a different type of shine, now my bitch a different type of fine
Told her I'm in love with her, but I'm not stuck with her
I'm free as a bird, check my temperature
You see me heating up, gotcha' freezing up
Pedal to the metal , ain't no easing up
You see me in my bag you get mad for no reason huh'
I ain't got time to pay no mind if you changing up
I'm only high when I'm smoking so I'm rollin' up
Keep my hands inside a ziploc, I cant close it up

I already smoked a blunt, got my hands back in my bag
Ima' break it down, gram after gram
Flamin' up the Woods, Back to back
Ima' fuck around n smoke my whole sack

I already smoked a blunt, got my hands back in my bag
Ima' break it down, gram after gram
Flamin' up the Woods, Back to back
Ima' fuck around n smoke my whole sack