Swisher Backwood

Yeah, yeah (Uh)

You gotta be smokin' a blunt in this bitch, mothafucka (Yeah)

Count that shit, dawg (Yeah)

Split that shit, dawg (Gang)

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', throwin' up

And I got your bitch drunk, bitch might be throwin' up

Percocet, yeah, all in my cup

Know I'm leanin' so I'm fiendin' for some more so pour me up

Strapped up, think about robbin' me, I'ma shoot you up

In my mind frame, in my head, I don't give a fuck

Yeah, I'm bloody so I'm thuggin'

Get money, so she love me

Sip lean, it's not bubbly

My face lookin' ugly

Adderall got me muggy

Handgun, I'm like, "Fuck it"

The block, I stay thuggin'

These trenches, yeah, they love me

The gun, yeah, I'm 'bout it

You talkin', you ain't 'bout it

Bitch ****, I'll show you

I whip out, eye-roll you

Yeah, like the blunt, I'll smoke you

Yeah, like the bread, I'll toast you

Put this bread on your head, them youngins, they'll toast you

Pull up on your block, got that gun, pita roll 'em

Big blunts

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)

**** think I'm slippin' (Yeah), try me, I'ma spank ya (Yeah)

Catch me by myself (Uh-huh), ****, I'm more dangerous (Yeah)

Trigger finger itchin' (Mhmm, itchin')

Percocet itchin' (Itchin', geekin', yeah)

Drank got me trippin' (Yeah, leanin', ayy, 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 (****)

You ain't gettin' no money

These young **** ain't sayin' nothin' (Nah)

Whole lotta money, gotta feed your hood

You ain't gettin' 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 somethin' (Shake somethin', ****)

Strip these **** like these bitches

Get that money, keep on gettin' it

**** be talkin', go and kill him (Kill him)

Yeah, I'm that **** (Yeah)

This that blunt talk (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)

**** think I'm slippin' (Yeah), try me, I'ma spank ya (Yeah)

Catch me by myself (Uh-huh), ****, I'm more dangerous (Yeah)

Trigger finger itchin' (Mhmm, itchin')