X2 ft. Lil Buddha Lyrics

Tell me whats the word, baby tell me what it do

Hella z up in the cut, I got hella smoke too

O-open up the duffel, u can see its all blue

Nah I ain't gon fumble, Imma make it times two

Tell me whats the word, baby tell me what it do

Hella z up in the cut, I got hella smoke too

O-open up the duffel, u can see its all blue

Nah I ain't gon fumble, Imma make it times two

Tell whats the news?

On the sunset road I be posted wit the crew

Liquor with a coke, make em boys go snooze

All the fuckin smoke, make me choke, double cup, its a booze yea

Kitkat, rooftop, split into 2 yea

Sometimes all these bitches be confusing

Why he always tryna do what I be doin?

Know im the one so this shit ain't nothing new yea

And if u laced wit that lame shi u can't hangin wit us

If she ain't givin sloppy toppy she can't hangin wit us

Go hit the booth, can't making hits no u can't hangin wit us

Go spread yo wings up in the sky but u can't fly high as us

Tell me whats the word, baby tell me what it do

Hella z up in the cut, I got hella smoke too

O-open up the duffel, u can see its all blue

Nah I ain't gon fumble, Imma make it

Tell me whats the word, baby tell me what it do

Hella z up in the cut, I got hella smoke too

O-open up the duffel, u can see its all blue

Nah I ain't gon fumble, Imma make it

All this damn gas got my mind hazy

(Fuck)

But that ain't stopping shit I'm on my grind lately

(Facts)

I fuck with you but I Just need some time baby

I be in the Stu, EVERY DAY, I can't define lazy

OZ in the cut we just be chopping up game

Niggas be tweaked out, swerving, I just stayed in my lane

I'm Mr. Bag Man, zip up the duffle, simple and plain

I'm not fighter, pass the lighter, need the smoke for the pain

Still Mubarak like fuck a opp, come show me love or you lame

Hella z up in the cut, I got hella smoke too

O-open up the duffel, u can see its all blue

Nah I ain't gon fumble, Imma make it