Backwoods & Me Lyrics

I just poured up a .3
Just pulled up to the function with a Backwood and me
My twin always clutchin', play, we put you on TV
I'm in ATL, doin' slimy shit in a SRT
Hotbox this car, yeah we blowin' tree
All them calls from all these A&R's
Yeah they wanna sign me
And I got some shit'll flip yo car, this a ARP
Yeah im Tec, I got the blueprint
Who the fuck is Jay Z?

Who the fuck?
Who the fuck think they want war
I wake up and I put on Dior
I'm in Sak's, geeked up, bored
My pockets fat, just like Rod
These my clothes, I don't got no stylist
Heartattack, like [?]
Come get your bitch, this ho wildin'
Charge yo sticks, then we vibin'
I done blew up quick, like damn
What about college
I had to makе this shit, happen
I ain't have no option
I'm a Ball Hog, I don't pass it
Twin gotta stock
Check my call log, I dont fuck with you
Bitch you blockеd
I just dropped some tris in my pop
Where you goin? got you on lock
Shut the fuck up, I don't wanna talk
Brand new car, I don't have to walk
I feel sick, I need some Wock
Brand new kicks, Chrome Heart socks
This bitch chips, this bitch chopped
Oh my god, look at tec, he did his shit
Yeah he made it far
Play any game any chance you want man
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Going up strong, I'm makin' the shot
And these niggas foul
Givin' her dreams to win this ho
Play her like guitar
Drop his ass, put him on the fuckin floor
Fell like James Harden

I got diamonds on my teeth
Just poured up a .3
Just pulled up to the function with a Backwood and me
My twin always clutchin', play, we put you on TV