Backwoods, boys.
Kick the old man and the stick man out of your boots.
What up, G?
This is after that nickel.
Don't stick, man.
Get the call from the lick, man.
Then I go and hit the brick, man.
Have a on the deep end.
On my head.
Swim.
Hurt.
I'm the bad man.
It's got a pimp.
It's the bad wolf boy.
Blood hella thick.
Yeah, there used to be the stick, man.
I would lay it down on the leaf.
Yeah, I was a kickstand.
What?
Boy, look at my wrist, man.
Diamond doesn't know me.
Chris Breezy, yeah.
Outro Music
Call the ambulance.
Rax and drum.
Call me Batman.
Blow the whistle.
We gon' wipe it, no, get the tissue.
10-17 with them all and these diamonds, they a fish.
Walk, say, see me in the trial, yeah, boy, I had to come and get you.
Yeah, I could've stayed the stick, man, had to lick man in the blunt.
Yeah, get them buddy strip down, eat them.
Yeah, it's the mayor.
Send them all want to be.
They go come and eat the steak, man.
Get the call from the lick, man.
Then I go and hit the brick, man.
Have it on the deep end.
On my header, swimming for the gab bag I'm the bad man, got it pipped
It's the backwoods, boy.
Blood hella thick, I ain't shot.
Sold up, wrist froze up.
Started right when he rolled up.
Only Zaza in his blunt when I roll up.
She was white and now she two in her nose up.
I'm the stead man, but I turned into the lit man.
Before they fold it, then I'm the glit man.
All this ice lit on my wrist like a wristband.
Battle to the house, we're back, we gon' kick it.
I got hot hands.
He gonna give that boy a jock head.
You'll be riding me like a moped.
I had a bow leg.
It's the mayor with the finish.
Over time, know it, think time, and I shoot from deep like that middle.
Back with wood boys, then we blow them back to back.
like he pissed so i said boy june yeah he can ride with me start to finish let me get you
Back to back like we play tennis.
In the mall, yeah, deep in it, yeah, deep in it like a dentist.
Yeah, I used to be a broke, now a crib lost on a stick, man.
Get the call from the lick, man.
Then I go and hit the brick, man.
Have a on the deep end.
On my head, I swim.
I'm the bad man.
Got it picked.
It's the backwoods, boys.
Blood hella thick, guys.
Throw a stick, man.
Get the call from the lick, man.
Then I go and hit the brick, man.
have it on the deep end on my header swimming hurt for the gab bag on the bad man's got it picked
This the backwoods, boys.
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