YV - 2005

Bill Up 2 (feat. Kid Kold, Dubz Priceless, Quinto & J Weekes)

No cap, when I relax I need to hit that
'Cuz when life sends the stress and I need to kick back
I got my head up in the clouds ain't no questions in that
Quit that? Mmm, but I just rolled and lit that, man
And I'm finna get bozzled, dog
Celebratin' more life like it's Mardi Gras
Fill the cup to the brim like Cardi bra
Put the sticky in the woods and I'm mossin', bruh

Smokin' out, throwin' up - bill up, bill up, bill up, bill up
Smokin' out, throwin' up - pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up

Still got the weed in the back and that facts
Different type of flavor like a pack fruit snacks
Didn't even know that I could fly
Comprehend a nigga 'cuz I'm still sky high
Get it, got it, good tell shorty bring her friends
Black Lives Matter, baby, no it ain't a trend
Keep your head high, duck, and cover your chin
This another one and J-Weekes brought the gin
I might be a little intoxicated but thank God to the Father that we made it
I might be a little intoxicated but thank God to the Father that we made it

I need to stop drinking
But man dem keep pourin' up
I need to stop smoking
But man dem keep billin' up
Got the weed in the back
Got the weed in the back
Got the weed in the back
Got the weed in the back

I told myself I was only gonna pass through
That was 11 and now it's quarter past 2
Front woods rolled, Dubz u gotta pack? True
High out my face moving like a statue
Half a bottle of Hen and now I think I'm He-Man
Dispensaries is cool but I support my weed man
Started smoking before the Raptors had Bosh
And now the tings legal, yo, word to Peter Tosh
I don't really know the names of all these strains
Just gimme the one you know will put me on my face
Take time it's not a race, the night is still young
I ain't 21 but the shit is still fun
It's just a vibe, just for tonight
Your man is still alive so we gotta do it right
Headed home in a Lyft, just had my last cup
Wifey gon be bent 'cuz I'mma wake her ass up - yup

Swerve, swerve
This for the people that'll smoke you out
Word, word
This for the humans that pourin' up
Paraphernalia, propaganda
Some using for questions, they dying for answers
Breeze in my hair, full road ahead
Giving you music, we makin' these bangers
My head is a labyrinth, different emotions
Come ask YV, man, we mixing the potion
Dirty Diana concerned with what's up in my dirty my cup
Kush is sticky-icky man, yeah, you know we goin' up

I need to stop drinking
But man dem keep pourin' up
I need to stop smoking
But man dem keep billin' up
Got the weed in the back
Got the weed in the back
Got the weed in the back
Got the weed in the back
Chop it up and break it down, break it down, break it down
Chop it up and break it down, down, down
Got the weed in the back
Got the weed in the back
Got the weed in the back
Got the weed in the back



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Writer(s): Christopher Francis
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