Free Granny

Backwoods stuffed full of gas

I think I'm smokin' on Skittles right now

I'm smokin' a Backwoods full of them Skittles

I feel like Craig stealin' boxes, ****

Clip full of hollow tips, we don't box ****

Them bullets gon spray, we pop rock ****

Your granny a pushover, my granny on that

We the ones shot at you, boy, and you know that

Sniper like Sniper Gang, I feel like Kodak

Don't push up on us 'cause we made **** go back

Back, back to where you from

You can get cracked if you try something dumb

Strip your bitch ass, make you look like a bum

You think you a gangster, when you see me, then dump

I'm still in the trenches, keep that on the low

Push up on Six7 when it's time to score

The plug bill is big, left him with an O

I still got to thirty when I'm in the store

You can get rolled just like a Backwoods

He ain't really on it, he damn sure act good

This is designer, this shit not from PacSun

It's my shooter birthday, I bought him a Mac gun

We smokin' ****, we don't smoke cigarettes

Feel how you feel but keep me off your internet

I can't go to jail when it's time to get into that

We takin' souls, make **** come get 'em back

We ride tinted, bitch, we presidential

Lil' bro gon pop you and hop in the rental

Caught him on tour and we shot up his Sprinter

After I fuck, bitch, you toppin' my ****

One shot gon drop, we not no beginners

Glock in the bubble coat, you think it's winter

Pour up the drop and I watch that bitch fizzle

Think something sweet and get slapped with a pistol

Yeah, yeah, slap a **** with a pistol, ****

Yeah, yeah, leave this Glock symbol on your shit

And my phone ringin' right now

My shit boomin' in the studio

Gang, gang, bitch, yeah, fuck you mean?

Ooh, ooh, ooh

This beat go hard, he was boomin' that bitch

Run off with packs, we be doin' that shit

Run off with shit, leave him clueless and shit

Find out where you stay, pull up shootin' and shit

A **** touch me, I put two in his shit

You got a burner but what you gon' do with that bitch?

I got the glick but I like to get groovy and shit

I'm facing woods and you smokin' doobies and shit

We got the gas but we not in L.A. right now

Cover the spot, load up them Drakes right now

He thirteen, I bet he gon lay something down

I feel like a boxer, I got all these rounds

I got them shooters from everywhere, dude

I came with them dogs, you better beware of them dudes

Play with Lil Splurge, you can get leaked like nudes

He was tryin' to be famous, now he on the news

Racks and racks, they in the Gucci bag

He was lookin' too hard, had to shoot his ass

Pull up in a black truck lookin' like who is that?

Get hit with this four-five, hit him through the roof again

Got shooters, they under the bed like boogieman

Glock 40 on me will turn a **** handicapped

We with the smoke, we give a damn 'bout rap

I ain't gotta move, I just send the clan to wrap

Ooh, bitch, yeah

I said, I'ma just send a clan to do that and a wrap

Fuck, ****, get paid and rap

Bitch, not finna play with these lame-ass bitches

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah