Backwood
I'm off a backwood, got me stuck as fuck
I'm in the stu, I need some motivation roll another blunt
I'ma spend some change on a chain when I know I'm up
I took my shawty out for lo mein
Now I'ma go beat it up
We ridin' in that blue mustang
We go and swerve the lane,
I'm smokin' on this medication
Know it's gonna ease my pain,
Lil Shawty didn't want me now ima rapper she tryna give me brain
These rappers said they got a lot of motion, but they really lame
Damn, what the fuck
I know they feel ashamed, been tokin' on this Mary Jane
Bitch bow down and give me brain
Take these drugs to heal the pain,
Cause I been goin' in fuckin' sane
I been cruisin' in a fucking tank,
Chillin' with this fuckin' rage
Can't help the way my demons think,
These niggas tryna ride the wave
I'm in the ocean, we not the same
Yeah, yeah, I pull up to my class, high up off my ass
Ridin' in the whip, I pray to God I don't get whiplash
Mazda truck, a hundred on that dash, I hope I do not crash
Ballin' like I'm Harden how I hit him with that step back
The way I'm ballin', you might think that I'm headed to the league
Don't try to try my guys, cause they just might put thirty on your team
And I'm a chill nigga, but do not think that I'm afraid to up that beam
If you try to rob my spot, then I might have to put one in your spleen
Three, green bean team,
We ballin' hall of fame Bitch, I'm taking shots for me,
I'm tryna get the game but Im fucked up off this lean,
I'm faded out of space, baby, come take off with me
I'm in the stu, I need some motivation roll another blunt
I'ma spend some change on a chain when I know I'm up
I took my shawty out for lo mein
Now I'ma go beat it up
We ridin' in that blue mustang
We go and swerve the lane,
I'm smokin' on this medication
Know it's gonna ease my pain,
Lil Shawty didn't want me now ima rapper she tryna give me brain
These rappers said they got a lot of motion, but they really lame
Damn, what the fuck
I know they feel ashamed, been tokin' on this Mary Jane
Bitch bow down and give me brain
Take these drugs to heal the pain,
Cause I been goin' in fuckin' sane
I been cruisin' in a fucking tank,
Chillin' with this fuckin' rage
Can't help the way my demons think,
These niggas tryna ride the wave
I'm in the ocean, we not the same
Yeah, yeah, I pull up to my class, high up off my ass
Ridin' in the whip, I pray to God I don't get whiplash
Mazda truck, a hundred on that dash, I hope I do not crash
Ballin' like I'm Harden how I hit him with that step back
The way I'm ballin', you might think that I'm headed to the league
Don't try to try my guys, cause they just might put thirty on your team
And I'm a chill nigga, but do not think that I'm afraid to up that beam
If you try to rob my spot, then I might have to put one in your spleen
Three, green bean team,
We ballin' hall of fame Bitch, I'm taking shots for me,
I'm tryna get the game but Im fucked up off this lean,
I'm faded out of space, baby, come take off with me
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Writer(s): Corey Bowman
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