Clones

I get the bag
Camaro no tags
I got the sauce ragoo

I'm on yo a
Ain't throwin no flags
I'm wit my dogs like snoop

She give head
When she on her rag
I'm in her walls like clue

I have a class
About the swag
I'm smoking the gas in the booth

Check the price tag Vlone
Backwood smoking on strong
If it's that good imma take her home
And I bone bone bone bone bone
No cap in my rap in this song
Imma clap from the back til the moan
Imma count all these racks til it's long
Tired of seeing all these Backwood Clones

These bags don't come for free
My packs, I get for cheap
Imma fk her and delete
If you run up you get defeat
Call my mom up
She need to eat
You my sons now
You was the skeet
Smoke a Backwood before I beat
If it's that good you get the key
But the last time you had to leave
Filled ya gas up, you was on E
Then you took a trip right back to mesquite
Smoke and get the tacos we eat
I swear I never fall tho, like cleats
She be asking for the dro like sheesh
I always make her my h*e if she a freak
She get 1,000 follows every tweet