Backwoods lyrics

Wankaego

I'm rollin' up these Backwoods
I'm ridin' through my damn hood
200 under my damn hood
Damn, Soulja, you eatin' good
I'm rollin' up these Backwoods
I'm rollin' up these Backwoods
I'm rollin' up these Backwoods
I'm rollin' up these Backwoods

[Verse One]
Rollin' up the Backwoods
Bag of the gas, ounces of good
Pounds of trap, pounds of gas
Ride through the city and I got the strap
Lamborghini and I painted it black
Uzi automatic my favorite strap
Smokin' on, smokin' on kush on the weekend
Smokin' on kush with your b*t*h and she freaky
She f**kin' and suckin', she f**kin' the team
You know what I mean
Ice and Ferragamo, my cuban link
Diamond shine, man, they look like they pink
Stupid n***a, you get shot 'fore you blink
I got water whip, yeah look at my team
Throwin' money in the air and that change the weather
The money on me, look like money Mayweather
All of these diamonds, I pull them together
n***as be talking, they don't get no cheddar
We shoot undercover pistols and Beretta
n***a, I got Louis all on my sweater
VVS diamonds is all in my bezel

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
Used to live in a bando
Now I run through in them camos
n***as talkin', they get no money
I be seein' my face through the channels
Gucci, Louis on my sandals
I'm lightin' sh*t up like a candle
I'm on an island like Gilligan
Slangin' eight balls like I'm Wimbledon
Gucci, Louis on my Timberlands
Ten stacks in my pocket the minimum
Pull up that Wraith, you killin' 'em
Soulja worth 25 million
Oh my god, look at my chain
I'm killin' the pot, they know my name
I'm in the club, and I'm on flame
Giuseppe my feet, it's not a game
Puttin' a f**k n***a to shame
Step out the club and I'm makin' it rain
Thirty thousand on my [?] ring
Ain't nobody f**kin' with my game
Versace, Versace on my new ring
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Hurricane

[Chorus]


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