Bang
I used to break in cars bust the window out the door
Like na yeah I want that
I used to come home late
Call my grandma on the phone leave the key under the doormat
I was bussin wit the kay
While you was at home
You was playin mortal combat
I stand in line for the jays
I was trappin on a phone
I was waiting for a dubsack
Backwood rappin
I'm not cappin
Imma beat it like I'm Michael Jackson
I get geeked and then I start relaxin
Backwood Szn, yeah this st a classic
I can't stop smoking these backwoods
My mama told me this st a habit
My bh so bad and I'm living lavage
She call me dad I don't have a carriage
My rocks got carrots like bunny rabbit
He show her off I already had it
I smoke myself out don't need to match it
I don't have time on I need a patek
You hit my line you can get the static
I'm on her mind but she too dramatic
I gotta rhyme if I don't I'm slackin
I shoot the nine I'm already packin'
I was just fn for a week
You can't tell me nothing imma beast
My hands itchin imma eat
See my sweat glands running from a freak
Get the dust pan, bh imma sweep
I'm the best man, get out my seat
I shoot wit my left hand that's 3
I know a couple mexicans gimme quarter key
Switch the flow up cause ns be stealing that st
And I ain't really even feeling that st
I work my b*tch out now she feelin active
I never see a drought, imma rap til I miss
She lying for some clout
She a rat she a snitch
I'm all up in her mouth
I'm a snack, imma chip
Take the st up in the house
Imma stash all the kids
I'm hipped right now
Every beat is my bh
You can get whipped now
Like this beat and st
Freaks at the house
But I never have a kid
I used to break in cars bust the window out the door
Like na yeah I want that
I used to come home late
Call my grandma on the phone leave the key under the doormat
I was bussin wit the kay
While you was at home
You was playin mortal combat
I stand in line for the jays
I was trappin on a phone
I was waiting for a dubsack
I used to break in cars bust the window out the door
Like na yeah I want that
I used to come home late
Call my grandma on the phone leave the key under the doormat
I was bussin wit the kay
While you was at home
You was playin mortal combat
I stand in line for the jays
I was trappin on a phone
I was waiting for a dubsack
Like na yeah I want that
I used to come home late
Call my grandma on the phone leave the key under the doormat
I was bussin wit the kay
While you was at home
You was playin mortal combat
I stand in line for the jays
I was trappin on a phone
I was waiting for a dubsack
Backwood rappin
I'm not cappin
Imma beat it like I'm Michael Jackson
I get geeked and then I start relaxin
Backwood Szn, yeah this st a classic
I can't stop smoking these backwoods
My mama told me this st a habit
My bh so bad and I'm living lavage
She call me dad I don't have a carriage
My rocks got carrots like bunny rabbit
He show her off I already had it
I smoke myself out don't need to match it
I don't have time on I need a patek
You hit my line you can get the static
I'm on her mind but she too dramatic
I gotta rhyme if I don't I'm slackin
I shoot the nine I'm already packin'
I was just fn for a week
You can't tell me nothing imma beast
My hands itchin imma eat
See my sweat glands running from a freak
Get the dust pan, bh imma sweep
I'm the best man, get out my seat
I shoot wit my left hand that's 3
I know a couple mexicans gimme quarter key
Switch the flow up cause ns be stealing that st
And I ain't really even feeling that st
I work my b*tch out now she feelin active
I never see a drought, imma rap til I miss
She lying for some clout
She a rat she a snitch
I'm all up in her mouth
I'm a snack, imma chip
Take the st up in the house
Imma stash all the kids
I'm hipped right now
Every beat is my bh
You can get whipped now
Like this beat and st
Freaks at the house
But I never have a kid
I used to break in cars bust the window out the door
Like na yeah I want that
I used to come home late
Call my grandma on the phone leave the key under the doormat
I was bussin wit the kay
While you was at home
You was playin mortal combat
I stand in line for the jays
I was trappin on a phone
I was waiting for a dubsack
I used to break in cars bust the window out the door
Like na yeah I want that
I used to come home late
Call my grandma on the phone leave the key under the doormat
I was bussin wit the kay
While you was at home
You was playin mortal combat
I stand in line for the jays
I was trappin on a phone
I was waiting for a dubsack
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Writer(s): Quaveien Thomas
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