Studios&Backwoods lyrics
by RK
INTRO:
Yeah
Ayee
Yeah
*Inhales smoke, exhales smoke*
Rob Ace n*gga (HAA)
Yeah
AYE
VERSE 1:
For the fame and the fortune
For a rack and designer
You n*ggas burn like a fire
Run out of gas like a lighter
207, we be smokin'
City hot for the summers
Swear all these n*ggas got dumber
And never cared for they mother
I ain’t wanna go to class
I just wanna smoke in bandos
I ain’t had no class
f*ckin b*tches from Orlando
sh*t was movin hella fast
Out of nowhere findin' ammo
They gon' make you crash
Ain’t blending in, f*ck the camo
Pockets look like camel backs
This the sh*t that I prayed for
This the sh*t that I stayed for
And I played for, and they take for
Huh, yeah
n*gga should I even say more?
Alligator on my hoodie
Sing to her like Boogie
Yeah, aye
Ridin' through the boogie down
They say I’m a rookie now
I just say that I’m off the couch
Look, yeah
Hit her wit another left
All your sh*t is by the steps
First time should of came correct
Yeah, Facts
And that Hennessy stinging like bees
Burning honey slowly
Getting closer to my dreams
This ain’t a love song
This a ride through
She ask can she pull up
I don’t even like you
Yeah, Yeah