White Rum

Po Up
White Rum
Drink up
Too smooth
Put a lil bit in a backwood
Put a lil bit in a backwood
Po up
White Rum
Drink up
Too smooth
Put a lil bit in a backwood
Put a lil bit in a backwood

You think
That you can
Sit there and blow my high
And I think
You know that
That shit there's a God damn lie
I pull up
Top back
Blicky protecting the vibe
Cause these days, these niggas don't fight no more, they see you on sight
Like, " is he a friend or foe?"
He had the clout now no one knows him
I elevated, then let him go
I elevated, he wanted smoke
I'm off the liquor now here's a toast
For my niggas still with me I keep em close
Had to cut a few ends not to brag or boast
Now my number one hater designin' clothes

Po Up
White Rum
Drink up
Too smooth
Put a lil bit in a backwood
Put a lil bit in a backwood
Po up
White Rum
Drink up
Too smooth
Put a lil bit in a backwood
Put a lil bit in a backwood



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Writer(s): Brandon Taylor
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