[Intro]
Can you turn me up? Turn me up a lil bit
Yeah, like that
Haha
Yeah
[Hook]
Backwoods by the pack, blowing smoke (smoke)
Taf in all black like a ghost (ghost)
When we on your block, do the most (most)
Drink Henny when I make a toast (toast)
No, I do not hang with those folks dawg;
I never switched on my side
X5 when I go for a ride
That’s why your girl wanna slide; I let her ride
[Verse 1]
SZN on SZN, I slime with the drip
When I touch down, please watch yo b*tch (please watch yo)
Gassing my weed up, burnt right with the Bic
Danny treat it like 2K, he shoot with the stick
When I’m sipping codeine, b*tch I’m leaning; not sick
I got ice on the chain, let it drip to the wrist
No I do not play fair when it comes to this sh*t
It’s a lot going on, I’m not rushing it
I could never trust your girl, I’m not wifing it
See me with your b*tch, yeah I'm piping it
Credit card di*k, how I get to swiping it
That’s rich, real rich like my b*tch
Call me canine, how I fetch me a stick
My life is movie, could fade you a clip
When I’m taking shots, pose for the pic
Sound Ting man, I stay with the clique - Literally
Gucci durag, b*tch it’s from Italy
Taking shots, yeah-- none of them hitting me
f*ck all my enemies, f*ck all the sympathy
b*tch ain’t no ending me, been on a killing spree
Back in this b*tch like I’m ready to park
Been in the lead while they still on they marks
Top left, that's on my heart
Who needs a key when I push to start?
They been playing with me lately
They been ducking, playing safety
If I get upset, imma check him like a tally;
Mark down all the bodies for me please
Just f*cked your b*tch in my Gucci slides; She
Told me you wanna be like me; why pree?
Stay ahead of the curve like I’m chasing my degree
Issa war outside; got a Mac, not a laptop
With some high grades inna knapsack
[Verse 2]
pus*y boy, lock chat
Like geesh, 'cause I’m really out in these streets
Trips out to Ochi for business, I don’t go to beach
I don’t need me a tan, got ya b*tch off a xan
I’ve been the man, you n*ggas some stans
Yet I’m the one they can’t stand
Low key, your b*tch been a fan
I never fall under pressure when the sh*t hit the fan
Imma back my words like a back net swerve
It’s a lot on my table, all my dogs getting served
All my n*ggas gotta eat like a Thanksgiving feast
From the belly & the beast, selling work like a geek
Got ya freak in my sheets, imma dip-set
Treat her like a dog; in the field, imma top vet
R-I-P in the pus*y like a casket
Hit it from the back, way back like it’s past tense
Danny blasting at you, f*ck a fist fight
Keep a strap on me just like I'm a dyke
Grabba with the weed, that’s a long flight
Cook up the work just like it’s rice
I'm at yo head, just like some lice
b*tch, what’s the price?
Run it up; double six, playing dice
My flow mean, some might say that it’s nice
Her pus*y torch, man I had to hit twice
[Verse 3]
Talking down, get you up with this pipe
Freddy Krueger how I slang me the knife
Watch ya tone, better talk to me nice
'Cause n*ggas snitching, they been creepin' like mice
I'm focused on me 'cause I’m living my life
Tony the Tiger, I got me my stripes
Never sober, so you know I feel nice
I bun a spliff, link your gyal every night
Custom-made; when I f*ck, it's still tight
These backwoods got my head feeling light
Free smoke, you can catch me outside
Whippin' the brick like a birdie, you heard me
That pus*y got bar’d off the mo'f*ckin' early
Six thirty, I'm in it...
Backwoods by the pack, blowing smoke