I smoke Backwoods, yeah straight to the face
These bitches on me 'cause i got all the cake
Remember when i ain't even have no fucking cake
Yeah they used to laugh at me every fucking day
Now I'm on top i can't stop like the race
I'm in the race, I'm in the race, I'm in the race
I'm in the race, I'm in the race, I'm in the race
I'm in the race, I'm in the race, I'm in the race
My diamonds they dancing they might blind ya
I walk in the spot smelling like ganja
Shooters they-shooters they hang out the roof
All of these niggas they ain't really going shoot
I be gassed off everyday off the boof
Cutting the .30 I just want the loot
These niggas be trapping [?]
I be turnt up with my niggas too slimey
And with all my niggas yeah they my slimes
They'll drop you like a [?]
And I get in the Nicotom
I can't fuck with the bitch if she is dry
Off a Xan actually I don't do the lean
Smoking a nigga like he was a-
Just give me my green
Point at a nigga with the red beam
Checking guap yeah you smell like a leech
And you smelling just like some bleach