Backwood Fulla Yea

[Intro]
(RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin’)
(MIA JAY C)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Backwood full of—, yeah
Backwood full of 'za but you ain't hittin’ this
Yeah, yeah
Do the red or the Wock', bitch, I ain't sippin' Tris
Pull up on her, drop a whole hun', that's a Benjamin
Franklin, a nigga take my bitch, I'ma thank him
If you don't wanna slide for us, brother, we gon’ make him
Like, bro, where the fuck you get them from? You don’t make them

[Verse]
Yeah, up the glocky on 'em, nigga try and sell me a fake pill
Now up the choppy on ’em, nigga try to sell me boof pack
Ridin' 'round this bitch one deep but I got two straps
Bitch just tryna get some daddy deal, well, bitch, that's too bad
Wife bitch can’t pronounce pot, talkin' 'bout 2Pac
I'm at your store buyin' hundrеds, y'all need a two pack
Yeah, drippled on her, and I can tеll you why I hoop that
Yeah, but probably shouldn't tell you shit with your loose ass
Them boys is claimin' they was up and made a GoFund
I tell lil' brody go and slide, he did a home run
Yeah, I told her take these back shots, baby, dome run
[?] outside the whip with the .40 then I go dumb
Yeah, that nigga died with his Glock, that's a ghost gun
Have brody shoot it from the corner, he think he Klay Thomp
DA keep on tryna lock me up, I feel like Akon
In Arizona with my hoodie on, I feel like Treyvon
OG with the rich keep on tellin' me it take time
Yeah, pop three tens, I'm a zombie now
Brody tryna blow his arm off, put the shotty down
[?] bitch, come over here real quick, ain't nobody 'round
Shoulders, chest, pants and the shoes, baby, wipe me down
Paranoid, chop on my lap when I'm ridin' 'round
Pull up with that loud-ass buck, make him quiet down
Gave her [?] Perc dick, oh, you quiet now
Bitch, you don't even know my name, bitch, you like me how?
Old drunk retarded stupid lil' dumb bitch
Damn near got a [?] with my clip, I'll dump this
Let a nigga say he hit my bitch, nigga, what bitch?
Lil' nigga talkin' under his breath, I'm like, what, bitch?
I heard you was a [?] claim, where you from, then?
Niggas playin' rich on the 'Gram, don't got one band
Yeah, and we make beds for niggas early, don't get tucked in

[Chorus]
Backwood full of—, yeah
Backwood full of 'za but you ain't hittin' this
Yeah, yeah
Do the red or the Wock', bitch, I ain't sippin' Tris
Pull up on her, drop a whole hun', that's a Benjamin
Franklin, a nigga take my bitch, I'ma thank him
If you don't wanna slide for us, brother, we gon' make him
Like, bro, where the fuck you get them from? You don't make them