Backwoods Freestyle Lyrics

I don't be beat for no talking

With steppers they stepping on Shìt

Gun to heavy to lift up off my hip

We don't drive nissians

Or none of that shit

Double back

Cuz the flick of the wrist

I stack it up

And then stack it again

Moving foward

Can't look backwards again

Smokin blunts to all the shit that I did

I'm in a race car

With a race car cuz

That bitch made backwards

Doors gotta open up backwards

Real talk I only smoke backwoods

Leave nigga body in the backwoods

I been to real to tax niggas

Tell his bitch to send him to the back Nigga

If I spin ya block we

Spinning back

I'm Mr who the fuck is that nigga

Or you don't don't wanan fuck with that nigga

Diamonds on dressed in all black Nigga

I bless the mic when I rap Nigga

Smell the Shìt I smoke you'll catch a contact

I'm living real life mortal combat

Niggas be dying

Niggas be stitching

And eyeing

Niggas be snitching and I aint

I put it on mamas

You niggas

Capping

And lying

I stay that iron

I keep that pan like I'm frying

I fucked ya bitch without trying

All you fake

All of you niggas is slimy

I stand with the real

They beside me

She wanna kick it

No I do not know karate

She licking all on my body

I be wit steppers they stepping on Shìt

You can not run cuz my niggas

Too quick

No call of duty I'm so off the hip

My life like a movie

Just look at her hips

I took the top off she got lock law

She gave me brain all day

I got what you need all day

My phone gonna ring all day

Ima make the songs they sing all day

Spin da block til we catch him

Broad day

I ain't never put no cap in what I say

And the shit I be rappin what i say

I ain't never give my word

Then take it back

I don't do not do tits

To get the tats

I just put my life all up in this trap

I ain't never fold

No falling back

I'm giving my pain

You call it rap

Catch you lacking ain't no coming back

If I catch you lacking aint no coming back

I'm a real one

I don't be beat for no talking

With steppers they stepping on Shìt

Gun to heavy to lift up off my hip

We don't drive nissians

Or none of that shit

Double back

Cuz the flick of the wrist

I stack it up

And then stack it again

Moving foward

Can't look backwards again

Smoking blunts to all the shit that I did

I'm in a race car

With a race car cuz

That bitch made backwards

Doors gotta open up backwards

Real talk I only smoke backwoods