Walk inside the bando, had the birdies on the counter Bitches water whipping like a fucking water fountain Pull up in the Phantom, chopper hanging out the Phantom Pull up in the Rolls, get ghost, Danny Phantom Bitch, it's my way or the highway She didn't suck me up so I put her on the I-State (Gone) Know I gotta re-up every Friday My diamonds on the boat, the pistol coming with a silencer Who the hell you niggas think you kidding? Got a gun under my bitches, I'ma send some bullets flying like a carpet Moonrocks smelling like I farted We the Dart Gang, steady looking for a target, hardly Ay, really they your enemy Hoe, wait, is you playing? Get the fuck out my vicinity Really, she wore the suit acting like she got her virginity I'ma fuck her for a long minute, I got energy Shoutout to my niggas that be thugging out in Tennessee Hoes, they call me plenty but I got me about ten to see All these legs surrounding my body like a centipede I done turned into a freak, don't know what came into me And all of this ice got me on chill, I think I'm sick I done called three little pigs just for a brick Nine millimeter, I tuck 'er, don't think I'm Chris Ay, know what, I'ma drip Yeah, yeah, yeah Dear Backwood, you're my one and only baby When I be chiefing on them Honey Bourbons I be feeling so amazing Gotta say it wit' your chest Gotta feel it in your chest When you smoking on the best Gotta roll it in some shit that put your lungs to the test How many motherfuckers got left? How many motherfuckers got left? In the motherfucking pack Like, roll that motherfucking sack Ay, put that motherfucking lighter up, ay, bring it back Ay, blaze that shit Dear Backwood, you're my one and only baby Don't do the Swishers, I do Backwoods Ay, nigga, fuck nigga, he know what's good Gas on that shit up Looked in my cup and it was mud Fuck nigga, he don't want it, I got killers I got choppers on my hip, I let it rip if you get near us, nigga And they calling us the winners 'Cause every time I sip I pop a pill, and pop a pill, and another File my budget like Billy Gates Uno, I'm dealing wit' bigger weight The bitch, she don't even know me, she look at my Rollie, she calling me bigger face Never catch me in a bitch face Only catch me when she topping off I gave her mollies, she pop 'em off She go through mollies like, pop 'em off, pop 'em off, pop 'em off Yeah, yeah, yeah Dear Backwood, you're my one and only baby When I be chiefing on them Honey Bourbons I be feeling so amazing Gotta say it wit' your chest Gotta feel it in your chest When you smoking on the best Gotta roll it in some shit that put your lungs to the test How many motherfuckers got left? How many motherfuckers got left? In the motherfucking pack Like, roll that motherfucking sack Ay, put that motherfucking lighter up, ay, bring it back Ay, blaze that shit