[Intro]
Billboard Hitmakers
Tired as a motherfucker
Go Grizz
Shit, I can't wait for that smoke out in the morning
Winners Circle

[Chorus]
We gon' call this bitch the smoke out
We got Backwoods in the fuckin' growhouse
Shit, call the hoes, just bring your friends, just bring a few
Got all my n***as with me, they tryna see what they can do
Shit, we got alcohol but we don' drink, that shit for you
And she gon' bend it over, pop it open, that's for Boo
I'm stuck up in this bitch just like a picture, like a zoo
And we gon' pull up flexin', throwin' fours in the coupe

[Verse 1]
I wake up early, brush my teeth, and roll a Backwood
We throw a party every Saturday so it's all good
Three and D up in the front room and they full of mud
Three he say he got two ready to pull up and they know what up
Shit, he say he got four, they all sisters too
The main thing they kept on sayin' was they could keep a secret too
Tell an Uber to scoop 'em up if they can't get to us
Laughin' and jokin', tryna see which one we finna cut
Pour 'em a cup of that Henn' and watch it turn 'em up
We got rubbers in the closet, ain't no slippin' up
And we got Plan B's in the closet if that rubber bust
Ain't got no time to argue, that is not my child, son

[Chorus]
We gon' call this bitch the smoke out
We got Backwoods in the fuckin' growhouse
Shit, call the hoes, just bring your friends, just bring a few
Got all my n***as with me, they tryna see what they can do
Shit, we got alcohol but we don' drink, that shit for you
And she gon' bend it over, pop it open, that's for Boo
I'm stuck up in this bitch just like a picture, like a zoo
And we gon' pull up flexin', throwin' fours in the coupe

[Verse 2]
Bitch, I'm loaded, sippin' on some potion
Purple in the air and you know they can't control it
Sippin' when I'm loaded, clutchin' when I'm loaded
Mind full of evil thoughts, keys on me back in the salt
Coupes when we passin' y'all, forties make your body fall
Memories of everybody smokin' trees
Boo on a white tee, Fred passin' me the cup
Load up but quick to bust, tryna knock you off that truck
Shit, Ken got him one, she raw as a bitch
And DeeDee just pulled her friend so you know they the shit
Tyler and the Jizzle pulled up with 'bout six of them hoes
And we still flexin' on you n***as, steady throwin' them fours, gang

[Chorus]
We gon' call this bitch the smoke out
We got Backwoods in the fuckin' growhouse
Shit, call the hoes, just bring your friends, just bring a few
Got all my n***as with me, they tryna see what they can do
Shit, we got alcohol but we don' drink, that shit for you
And she gon' bend it over, pop it open, that's for Boo
I'm stuck up in this bitch just like a picture, like a zoo
And we gon' pull up flexin' throwin' fours in the coupe