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Ooh ooh, yeah yeah yeah
30 stick, in the booth right now
Yeah, fry up the dough real quick
Ramsay made the beat

My Backwood big as my choppa
I pour that shit up 'cause it came from the doctor
I walk with these dreads, boy I look like a rasta
Glock 19, eat a nigga like pasta
Hold on, wait, yeah, look at the door, it's the jakes
Yeah, wanna rob me, have faith, yeah
'Cause I like to aim at the face

Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's slime time, tear that shit off 'cause the shit don't shine
Somebody gon' die if you dissin' on mine
Take off yo head, all that bitchin' and cryin'
You not gon' survive, these some .45 bullets
I was in middle school shootin' these bullets
You ain't shot shit, boy you know you a rookie
You not that hot, boy you know that ain't cookie
Lean in system, I might overdose
Reversal shit, turn yo ass to a ghost
Got hollow tip, it'll burn like toast
We really push up, better watch what you post
They tell me, "Just rap" 'cause I be in the mix
Be with the wrong folks and get put in the blitz
Are you with the shit, nigga? We with the shit
This a push-start, ain't no key for that bitch
I be laughin' at these bitch ass niggas
Where is the Backwood, this ain't no Swisher
I like the green and the purple, the mixture
I'm teachin' these niggas, so call me mister
I'm just talkin', I ain't even rappin'
Yeah, you got weed, but you don't be trappin'
Boy we is some thieves, you know we be jackin'
Run up on me, you gon' see what happen, ooh

I'ma get jiggy and dance
I feel like the man like the glick in my hand
Shoot you like Kevin Durant
Yeah, Louis Vuitton, the brand
Sound like a bitch when you rappin'
You sound like your ho, you sound like your girlfriend, boy
Pop pop with them sticks, boy, these are no toys
These is them real cookies, Chips Ahoy!
Been a long time since I kicked through the door
I need some more 'Woods, kinfolk stop at the store
Air up the car then we poppin' 'em more
They shot one of us so we uppin' the score

Uppin' the score, bitch, yeah
You know what the fuck goin' on
Yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I get to jiggin' in there
Look, free my green, stop playin' 'fore I shoot you

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