Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cedrequeze Mccaa
Songwriter
Lyrics
Start the car up before I get in it
Imma get in that bitch imma hit it
Tennis chains on they hitting
Aww yeah knots in my britches
Ain gotta say I'm the biggest
Slime him out he say that he the slickest
Ain gotta say I'm the realest
Before pneumonia knew I was the sickest
Backwood kid I'm smoking
Backwood kid I'm loaded
Brand new stick I'm toting
Bullets hit ya causing corrosion
I got all these plays in motion
Hating on me ain even notice
Backwood kid my slogan
Aww yeah know a nigga rolling
Yeah
Aww yeah know that I'm the coldest
Aww yeah know that this Freez
Backwood kid from the trees
No sidewalk we was in the streets
Remember I use to sell cds
They ain't wanna buy my cd
Now they look at me on tv
YouTube look me up
Camouflage when you see me
Young nigga hunting big buck
Hellcats and them big trucks
Young nigga fucking shit up
Stay down till you come up
Got yo own they can't tell you nun
I just been up tryna get me a bag I ain't got no time for no rest
Im with the ones who I know got my back I don't give a fuck bout the rest
Im in the booth elevating my sound they arguing bout who the best
I had to get this shit up off the ground ain't met no one hard as me yet
Start the car up before I get in it
Imma get in that bitch imma hit it
Tennis chains on they hitting
Aww yeah knots in my britches
Ain gotta say I'm the biggest
Slime him out he say that he the slickest
Ain gotta say I'm the realest
Before pneumonia knew I was the sickest
Backwood kid I'm smoking
Backwood kid I'm loaded
Brand new stick I'm toting
Bullets hit ya causing corrosion
I got all these plays in motion
Hating on me ain even notice
Backwood kid my slogan
Aww yeah know a nigga rolling
Yeah
Aww yeah know a nigga focused
Run up them rack tryna fill up da bank
Everyday sit in that trap tryna stack it no minimum wage
I turned myself to a boss just gave myself a lil raise
Just want the cash I can't worry bout a bitch
Just wanna prosper can't worry bout the risk
My boy sipping wocky you know heen worried bout the tris
Fuck with lil Roddy I really want the riches
Really want the riches
Riding round the city glocky with extensions
Feeling like Buccem its all bout the benjis
Start up the coupe fo I get in it
Had motion thank I got the sickness
Ion fuck with that cap ion even go to lids
Make sure youn need me before you burn da bridge
Heart colder den some ben & jerrys
Leave a fuck nigga at the cemetery
Might fuck in that bitch ion kiss and tell
Pack loud you can hear the smell damn
Start the car up before I get in it
Imma get in that bitch imma hit it
Tennis chains on they hitting
Aww yeah knots in my britches
Ain gotta say I'm the biggest
Slime him out he say that he the slickest
Ain gotta say I'm the realest
Before pneumonia knew I was the sickest
Backwood kid I'm smoking
Backwood kid I'm loaded
Brand new stick I'm toting
Bullets hit ya causing corrosion
I got all these plays in motion
Hating on me ain even notice
Backwood kid my slogan
Aww yeah know a nigga rolling
Yeah
Writer(s): Cedrequeze Mccaa
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