[ Featuring TOG Zero ]
Backwoods filled up with three grams of exotics
Feeling like hulk from the henn and hypnotic
Surrounded by killas drug dealers and convicts
Coming for mine and you know that we sliding
Peddle to metal im going full throttle
Need me a baddie that know how to swallow
Spending a bag and im popping them bottles
I live for today i aint promised tomorrow
Three in a wood this shit gas its exotic
Green in my cup thats that henn and hypnotic
I could hulk up if you thinking you bout it
Beam on the jawn its suppressed so be quiet
I could walk anywhere
All through ya city
My niggas is gangsta
They all walking with me
A nigga act up
He gon get a buck fifty
Got demons and convicts
They all sliding with me
I got a lil bad bitch thats gon swallow
I hit ha with dick now she sleep til tomorrow
She said she dont wanna leave
She wan be with me
I sent ha back to you
She know that i borrowed ha
I can not keep a hoe
You just for pleasure
Spending a bag everyday on whatever
Im going full throttle
Foot down on the metal
Im all bout the money
Flip that i got double
Backwoods filled up with three grams of exotics
Feeling like hulk from the henn and hypnotic
Surrounded by killas drug dealers and convicts
Coming for mine and you know that we sliding
Peddle to metal im going full throttle
Need me a baddie that know how to swallow
Spending a bag and im popping them bottles
I live for today i aint promised tomorrow
Surrounded by demons drug dealers and convicts
You can get smoked like exotics
They know we got it
Coney Island styling
Nigga my money been piling
Up to the ceiling
My niggas winning
Its such a wonderful feeling
I know they mad
Cause they doing bad
Yo zero we just gotta kill em
As soon as these rappers be thinking they scoring
Im back like four five just like that
Bitch im jordan
Im way too alive
Bitch im woke cant be snoring
And whats on my feet
Thats unique
Bitch its foreign
Deported gas coming straight from california
Get in my way
Its okay bitch im on ya
Running this shit
These bars is sick
You wouldve thought ya boy had the corona
Backwoods filled up with three grams of exotics
Feeling like hulk from the henn and hypnotic
Surrounded by killas drug dealers and convicts
Coming for mine and you know that we sliding
Peddle to metal im going full throttle
Need me a baddie that know how to swallow
Spending a bag and im popping them bottles
I live for today i aint promised tomorrow
