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