2Cups 2Ls ft. ItsCake, TuNeOuT, CunaBear, Quailz P. & Basik Lee Lyrics

I had to take a deep ass hit for this one, y'all

I hope y'all ready for the remix remix on some homegrown bad boy shit

Let's go

Let's get it

Run that shit, shawty

Yeah, two tokes

Here we, here we, here we, here we, here we go

One cup, one L, till the sun come up

Two cups, two Ls, throwed till I throw up

Three cups, three Ls, sip smoke inhale

Any day of the week, good drink, great weed

One cup, one L, till the sun come up

Two cups, two Ls, throwed till I throw up

Three cups, three Ls, sip smoke inhale

Any day of the week, good drink, great weed, yeah

See, I find God in a boombox speaker, next to the mortals rollin' up the reefer

So high fly, guy hungry for the full pie

Nightlife Cuna cruise, zoom through rainbows

Like sailor' moon spawnin off a swisher

Get ripped with your sister, stoned to the bone

Sittin' on a dope throne, gettin' zooted in the zone

As I pack another bowl, take a L to the dome

As we light another cone

Smoking', sensamiggity in the stresses of the week, dog

I feel ya, we made it to be stronger from what couldn't kill ya

Takin' from what didn't break us down

Yeah, we use it all to build up to this first drink and first L

Tonight I'm bout to be swelled, cause I'm coolin' with my brethren and we know each other well

Open another bottle, got a few up in the air

To the block, I solemnly swear, to always keep it player

One cup, one L, till the sun come up

Two cups, two Ls, throwed till I throw up

Three cups, three Ls, sip smoke inhale

Any day of the week, good drink, great weed

One cup, one L, till the sun come up

Two cups, two Ls, throwed till I throw up

Three cups, three Ls, sip smoke inhale

Any day of the week, good drink, great weed

If you wanna throw a frisbee, Twan'll be your teacher

The first thing we gotta do is smoke a little reefer

Pack up a bowl, or roll up the first J

That's word to black sheep, I don't care what the herd say

Homegrown Mary Jane, perfect ten playmate

420 bunny, every day we gon' celebrate

My cutie pie 112, the sky is the limit

Got green like Slimer, got perp like Grimace

Fly high to Principal, we smokin' this medicinal marijuana

Make me wanna fly to California and be a forever stoner

By the way, did I mention that I got glaucoma

I'm lying, I just love the smell, the aroma

Gelato, birthday cake, Runtz, sour diesel

Purple Haze, Blue Heron, is this shit even legal

Name a Strand, and I guarantee that I done hit it

All I'm sayin' is even when I'm sittin', I'm gettin' lifted

Grab a leaf, got three Js in it

Dark shades, tinted, Quavo feelin' splendid

When they say I'm 420, they meant it

I think I set the record in my hood called Guinness

Wax hit so smooth, so subtle

Dark hash lookin' like some mud out the puddle

So high, need to hit the house, talkin huddle

And head to shawty's spot, we gon' smoke tree and cuddle

Get it, let me hit in now we hot

You ain't really coppin' what I cop

Got three Rolled, four Locos

Might as well pull up to the spot, don't stop

On one like I'm Dennis

Da menace, can't even finish

My sentence before another is rolled

Greenery constant and consistent

We back at it again, and then we goin' past the limit

You just babysittin' shots that you probably never finish

You can feel it in your spirit gettin' lifted

You addicted to the moment, you should own it

Now we on it

One cup, one L, till the sun come up

Two cups, two Ls, throwed till I throw up

Three cups, three Ls, sip smoke inhale

Any day of the week, good drink, great weed

One cup, one L, till the sun come up

Two cups, two Ls, throwed till I throw up

Three cups, three Ls, sip smoke inhale

Any day of the week, good drink, great weed

But let me sit on down and tilt a cup of this brown

See, I'm a roll one up, me, myself, and I pass it around

I'm just tryna get my mood straight, tryna get my vibe on

Find a beat, I find a freak, something I can slide on

I found a cloud to ride on, now I'm feelin' weightless

The only thing I'm considerin' is patience and paychecks

See, life is better at the top, but it's quieter at the bottom

Biggie said it, so no biggie, mo money, mo problem

I'm lit, take a sip on the trip with your bitch

I don't walk with a limp, but I'm mack like a pimp

I'm hungry, got the munchies, I want the steak and the shrimp

Rollin' hard, peppermint, I don't know where I been

I don't know how much I spent, hopefully I can pay my rent

If not, I'm be on the corner with a can bag for cents

Or a pimp, your old lady have a sellin' that fish

I'm from down by the water, C Port represent

Yeah, at first I took a hit, got a blunt that I just rolled up

Grab my cup, take me a sip, yeah, this my shit

Just chillin' here with the clique, well, everyone's hella big

Without a care, only thing in the air is that magnificent

You can smell it, inhale it, do whatever you feel

As long as there is a lot to puff, you know we gonna chill

Cause this is how it builds, so I know I ain't sober

I know this ain't a soda, can't you smell the aroma

Call cuna to collab, he ready to go half

Remix, remix, got a zip in the lab

So I got it broke up, Twan told me toke up

Basic lee, Phil Beach, got more, has each

So throwed be us, just ask, theus

Got plenty, so trust, it ain't no rush Mary

My crush, pillow, so plush

T-H-C, Ali, feeling great as we can be

One cup, one L, till the sun come up

Two cups, two Ls, throwed till I throw up

Three cups, three Ls, sip smoke inhale

Any day of the week, good drink, great weed

One cup, one L, till the sun come up

Two cups, two Ls, throwed till I throw up

Three cups, three Ls, sip smoke inhale

Any day of the week, good drink, great weed

Yeah

Yeah

I hope y'all, I hope y'all like that

Because you know, that was super toine

Kenny GuapUp, Quails P, Phil Beach, Scripture, Cuna Bear

TuneOut, Reese, and basically, y'all

Can't forget Your Dog, Signature, ten MCs

And this bitch getting throwed