Goodvibes lyrics

[Intro]
I just wanna' roll a big Backwood, yeah
(Rok on the track, yeah)

[Chorus]
I just wanna roll a big Backwood, yeah
You know damn sure that the pack good, yeah
Fly lil' b*tch, yeah, she look good, yeah (Fly)
And she a freak, give top good, yeah
I'm riding, I'm dying with my slatty
We riding and sliding, got the addy
I be seeing your fits, they tacky
Don't do no sneak dissing, just at me
I'm smoking the pack and I'm smoking on icky
I tote the piece, don't tote on the blicky
Know I'm a beast, I might just go grizzly
Pour up the cup, got that sh*t looking fizzy
Vivienne Westwood, you check out the jewelry (Vivienne West)
Busting the stick, call me Nick Fury
Caught me a casе and I'm facing the jury
Too much cake, might cop me a Urus
You gotta bеtter yourself, yeah (Gotta better yourself)
1017 on the belt, yeah
b*tch, I been swimming in wealth, yeah (I'm swimming in wealth)
Swim underwater, Michael Phelps, yeah
Book me for the show, I'm gon' need a check
Call up bro, I'm frozen, got ice on my neck
Matte black truck, interior red
Put that boy in a hearse, that lil' boy, he dead
[Chorus]
I just wanna roll a big Backwood, yeah
You know damn sure that the pack good, yeah (Slatt)
Fly lil' b*tch, yeah, she look good, yeah (Yeah)
And she a freak, give top good, yeah
I'm riding, I'm dying with my slatty
We riding and sliding, got the addy
I be seeing your fits, they tacky (They tacky)
Don't do no sneak dissing, just at me (Just at me)
I'm smoking the pack and I'm smoking on icky
I tote the piece, don't tote on the blicky
Know I'm a beast, I might just go grizzly (Grrr)
Pour up the cup, got that sh*t looking fizzy
Vivienne Westwood, you check out the jewelry
Busting the stick, call me Nick Fury
Caught me a case and I'm facing the jury
Too much cake, might cop me a Urus
You gotta better yourself, yeah (What)
1017 on the belt, yeah (Slatt, slatt)
b*tch, I been swimming in wealth, yeah (Woo)
Swim underwater, Michael Phelps, yeah
Book me for the show, I'm gon' need a check
Call up bro, I'm frozen, got ice on my neck
Matte black truck, interior red
Put that boy in a hearse, that lil' boy, he dead