Swisher Backwood

Yeah, yeah (Uh) Uh, you gotta be smokin' a blunt in this mothafucka (Yeah) Count that shit, dawg (Yeah) Split that shit, dawg (Gang) You ain't smoking I don't wanna hear that shit, nigga Count that shit up, split it with my dawg Got your bitch in the spot and she turnt up (Turnt up) Geeked up on this drank, so we turnt up (Tight up) In the club, hunnid bands, in the ceilin', throwing up (Yeah) And I got your bitch drunk bitch might be throwing up (Yeah, yeah) Percocet, yeah, all in my cup Know I'm leaning so I'm fiending for some more so pour me up Strapped up, think about robbing me, I'ma shoot you up In my mind frame, in my head, I don't give a fuck (Yeah) Yeah, I'm bloody so I'm thugging (Yeah) Get money, so she love me (Yeah) Sip lean, it's not bubbly (Nah) My face looking ugly (Yeah) Adderall got me muggy (Yeah) Handgun, I'm like, fuck it (Yeah) The block, I stay thugging (Yeah) These trenches, yeah, they love me (Yeah) The gun, yeah, I'm 'bout it (Yeah) You talking, you ain't 'bout it (Yeah) Bitch nigga, I'll show you (Yeah) I whip out, eye-roll you (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, like the blunt, I'll smoke you (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, like the bread, I'll toast you (Yeah) Put this bread on your head, them youngins They'll toast you (Yeah) Pull up on your block, got that gun, pita roll 'em (Yeah) Big blunts (Yeah, yeah) This that blunt talk (Blunt talk) This that gas talk (Gas, gas) This that slime talk (Slime) This that Nudy talk (That Nudy talk) This that get-that-money talk (Yeah) I don't know what y'all thought (Huh?) Finna show you how to get it (Huh?) This just how I walk (Yeah) Yeah, walk like a player (Yeah) Move like a gangsta (Yeah) Nigga think I'm slipping (Yeah) Try me, I'ma spank ya (Yeah) Catch me by myself (Uh-huh) Nigga, I'm more dangerous (Yeah) Trigger finger itchin' (Mhmm, itchin') Percocet itchin' (Itchin', geekin', yeah) Drank got me tripping (Yeah, leaning, ay, yeah, pour me up) Fuck a lot of bitches (Yeah, damn, that's your granny, huh?) Bring 'em in the trenches On the block I'm gettin' it (Gettin' it) You see how I'm livin' (I'm livin' right, racks) Whole block love me (Yeah, Big Slimeball) You ain't talkin' 'bout money (Nigga) You ain't gettin' no money These young niggas ain't saying nothing (Nah) Whole lotta money, gotta feed your hood You ain't getting no money Then don't say nothin' (Hush your mouth) All that frontin', why they bluffin', huh? Whole lot of money, huh? (Yeah) Pull up, we come take it (Yeah) Know we gotta shake something (Shake something, nigga) Strip these niggas like these bitches Get that money, keep on getting it Nigga be talking, go and kill him (Kill him) Yeah, I'm that nigga (Yeah) Yeah, this that blunt talk (Yeah) Hahaha This that blunt talk (Blunt talk) This that gas talk (Gas, gas) This that slime talk (Slime) This that Nudy talk (That Nudy talk) This that get-that-money talk (Yeah) I don't know what y'all thought (Huh?) Finna show you how to get it (Huh?) This just how I walk (Yeah) Yeah, walk like a player (Yeah) Move like a gangsta (Yeah) Nigga think I'm slippin' (Yeah) Try me, I'ma spank ya (Yeah) Catch me by myself (Uh-huh) Nigga, I'm more dangerous (Yeah) Trigger finger itchin' (Mhmm, itchin')