BACKWOOD

See me on the fire, that’s a 40 Glock
See her on my Gram, that’s your shorty, fuck
Nigga you a lame, we don’t feature them
12 pull me over, we don’t speak to them
Goofy lil boy, tryna hit my backwood
Put that Gucci on her, and she act good
Pull up, go 30, I ain’t sweet
They taking pictures, feel like fashion week
See me on the fire, that’s a 40 Glock
See her on my Gram, that’s your shorty, fuck
Nigga you a lame, we don’t feature them
12 pull me over, we don’t speak to them
Goofy lil boy, tryna hit my backwood
Put that Gucci on her, and she act good
Pull up, go 30, I ain’t sweet
They taking pictures, feel like fashion week
I’m exclusive, fuck what you doing
If you ain’t with the gang, we already know you losing
Your bitch a dub, she say she ain’t heard of 20
It’s like 50 bands, just to cop that Verjal hoodie
Just shoot your shot, come see what my shooters got
Ain’t no reruns, we can’t fuck with peons
She wanna take it slow, told her «lil shauty, fuck and go»
Can’t take no pictures, bitch that’s MadeinTYO
See me on the fire, that’s a 40 Glock
See her on my Gram, that’s your shorty, fuck
Nigga you a lame, we don’t feature them
12 pull me over, we don’t speak to them
Goofy lil boy, tryna hit my backwood
Put that Gucci on her, and she act good
Pull up, go 30, I ain’t sweet
They taking pictures, feel like fashion week
See me on the fire, that’s a 40 Glock
See her on my Gram, that’s your shorty, fuck
Nigga you a lame, we don’t feature them
12 pull me over, we don’t speak to them
Goofy lil boy, tryna hit my backwood
Put that Gucci on her, and she act good
Pull up, go 30, I ain’t sweet
They taking pictures, feel like fashion week
Smoking out the
Take your bitch cause
Gucci socks and Shanell ankors, I’m on fire like a Hells Angel
That’s not gass, I can tell
X6, take dead flights
Smoking ice cream at the red light
Put some ice on me, cause my bread right
I just talked down on the millions but all of my niggas gon ride and get it
I’m drinking until I cannot feel it
Told that lil bitch to stay out of my business
Remember what’s poppin
Rolling them swishers, nobody can get it
And I smoke O after O
Got them hoes and you cannot hit it
See me on the fire, that’s a 40 Glock
See her on my Gram, that’s your shorty, fuck
Nigga you a lame, we don’t feature them
12 pull me over, we don’t speak to them
Goofy lil boy, tryna hit my backwood
Put that Gucci on her, and she act good
Pull up, go 30, I ain’t sweet
They taking pictures, feel like fashion week
See me on the fire, that’s a 40 Glock
See her on my Gram, that’s your shorty, fuck
Nigga you a lame, we don’t feature them
12 pull me over, we don’t speak to them
Goofy lil boy, tryna hit my backwood
Put that Gucci on her, and she act good
Pull up, go 30, I ain’t sweet
They taking pictures, feel like fashion week