Billi Backwoods
Let the good times roll
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Billy Backwoods, Billy Backwoods
Billy Backwoods, causing trouble in the hood
Smokin' buns, do I think you misunderstood
Cause my eyes shut, cause I'm smokin' weed
That's just too good
Call me Nasa, I'm blastin
Ten blunts to the dome of Top Chef
Laced with acid, I'm chillin
This shit get a dirty look from Hazel
I drop the clutch that just can't get past it
Put the pedal to the floor, I'm blastin
Shots out the back of the pipes
If I'm not in the drift machine
I'm pullin' up in the 999
Cause we racin' bikes
Warm up the tire
Lookin' for the bidders and the buyers
I'm always winnin', money multiplier
It's rainin' stacks
It's rainin' facts
If I'm not pushin', the limits are gone
My heart is, what the fuck is that
I'm a win for my city in the 801
Smokin' these blunts
Doin' some clutch kick drifts for fun
I'm unrivaled by men, I'm a god, I'm a go
Got them on the run
Your bitch tells you she can't fuck
Smokin' backwards
And fuckin' just for fun
Blunts got me so high
Try to make a blunt out of a hot dog bun
Billie backwoods
Billie backwoods
Billie backwoods
Causin' trouble in the hood
Smokin' blunts
Do I think you misunderstood
Cause my eyes shut
Cause I'm smokin' weed
That's just too good
Goddamn
The weed is creepin' in
Dust sinkin' from pills, tobacco weed
And acid sippin' in
If I could sleep in a bag of weed
You already know
What I'm sleepin' in
When I'm wakin', bakin
You only two tabs on the blunt
In three shots and you shakin
Well I've killed a half a gallon
Ten blunts, three tabs and I'm still gonna eat
These three thousand milligram cookies
That I'm bakin
Go ahead, tap out like a bitch did
Take it, if you wanna party with Billie backwoods
You just might not make it
When I call you out
Shot for shot, blunt for blunt
Tab for tab
You'll be awake enough from a one week nap
In the trap
Couldn't even tell you where you were
If I gave you a map
Was too fucked up, woke up with new
Taps on my back
A new strap on my lap
They all say they're the best
Then why am I blacked out and people still see the cap
Off scale of will through pain
And suffering and misery
Now fuck the shit, I'm smokin
That Utah legal top shelf tree
I'm ten blunts deep
And I'm driftin', I'm flyin
You can't even handle three
You say you're not bitch
Maybe you should look like a bitch to me
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Billy Backwoods, Billy Backwoods
Billy Backwoods, causing trouble in the hood
Smokin' buns, do I think you misunderstood
Cause my eyes shut, cause I'm smokin' weed
That's just too good
Call me Nasa, I'm blastin
Ten blunts to the dome of Top Chef
Laced with acid, I'm chillin
This shit get a dirty look from Hazel
I drop the clutch that just can't get past it
Put the pedal to the floor, I'm blastin
Shots out the back of the pipes
If I'm not in the drift machine
I'm pullin' up in the 999
Cause we racin' bikes
Warm up the tire
Lookin' for the bidders and the buyers
I'm always winnin', money multiplier
It's rainin' stacks
It's rainin' facts
If I'm not pushin', the limits are gone
My heart is, what the fuck is that
I'm a win for my city in the 801
Smokin' these blunts
Doin' some clutch kick drifts for fun
I'm unrivaled by men, I'm a god, I'm a go
Got them on the run
Your bitch tells you she can't fuck
Smokin' backwards
And fuckin' just for fun
Blunts got me so high
Try to make a blunt out of a hot dog bun
Billie backwoods
Billie backwoods
Billie backwoods
Causin' trouble in the hood
Smokin' blunts
Do I think you misunderstood
Cause my eyes shut
Cause I'm smokin' weed
That's just too good
Goddamn
The weed is creepin' in
Dust sinkin' from pills, tobacco weed
And acid sippin' in
If I could sleep in a bag of weed
You already know
What I'm sleepin' in
When I'm wakin', bakin
You only two tabs on the blunt
In three shots and you shakin
Well I've killed a half a gallon
Ten blunts, three tabs and I'm still gonna eat
These three thousand milligram cookies
That I'm bakin
Go ahead, tap out like a bitch did
Take it, if you wanna party with Billie backwoods
You just might not make it
When I call you out
Shot for shot, blunt for blunt
Tab for tab
You'll be awake enough from a one week nap
In the trap
Couldn't even tell you where you were
If I gave you a map
Was too fucked up, woke up with new
Taps on my back
A new strap on my lap
They all say they're the best
Then why am I blacked out and people still see the cap
Off scale of will through pain
And suffering and misery
Now fuck the shit, I'm smokin
That Utah legal top shelf tree
I'm ten blunts deep
And I'm driftin', I'm flyin
You can't even handle three
You say you're not bitch
Maybe you should look like a bitch to me
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Writer(s): Bili Alcala
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