[Intro]
Yeah, Young Zay
Get the check
HGE, UK, G-A-D [?] conspiracy
Backwoods, smokin' on them Backwoods
The artist man, artist man, artist man, man, man, man
The chronic man, chronic man, chronic man, man, man, man
Exotic man, exotic man, exotic man, man, man, man
Leaves like Autumn, man, Autumn, man
[Verse 1]
Baby bust it open for me while I bust open this stogie
Roll this weed up
Baby, slow down, speed up, yeah
Pop it full throttle while I pop open this bottle when we drink up, yeah
Yeah, there's somethin' about this liquor, girl
I love it when you act crazy
Smokin' Backwoods while we drinkin'
In the back of the woods with the gators
We roll up like armadillo, babies
I keep the trees like a tree-sitter
Baby keep the honey bees with her
99 cents, bunch of sweets, nigga
Royal Manor with the pleats, nigga
Yeah, I'm really 'bout to pull up to the cake right now, now, now
Yeah, tell this girl that I'm on the way right now, now, now, yeah
You smell that loud when I open the jar
You smell that smoke when I step out the car
That's a bourbon like a Backwoods cigar
I'ma roll up like I'm 'posed to, I'ma roll up like a poster
Baby, lean over, come closer
Give you a shotgun, no holster
I'll dick you down on that doja, girl
I know you ain't had it that good
I'ma give you that back wood, yeah
Yeah, Young Zay
Get the check
HGE, UK, G-A-D [?] conspiracy
Backwoods, smokin' on them Backwoods
The artist man, artist man, artist man, man, man, man
The chronic man, chronic man, chronic man, man, man, man
Exotic man, exotic man, exotic man, man, man, man
Leaves like Autumn, man, Autumn, man
[Verse 1]
Baby bust it open for me while I bust open this stogie
Roll this weed up
Baby, slow down, speed up, yeah
Pop it full throttle while I pop open this bottle when we drink up, yeah
Yeah, there's somethin' about this liquor, girl
I love it when you act crazy
Smokin' Backwoods while we drinkin'
In the back of the woods with the gators
We roll up like armadillo, babies
I keep the trees like a tree-sitter
Baby keep the honey bees with her
99 cents, bunch of sweets, nigga
Royal Manor with the pleats, nigga
Yeah, I'm really 'bout to pull up to the cake right now, now, now
Yeah, tell this girl that I'm on the way right now, now, now, yeah
You smell that loud when I open the jar
You smell that smoke when I step out the car
That's a bourbon like a Backwoods cigar
I'ma roll up like I'm 'posed to, I'ma roll up like a poster
Baby, lean over, come closer
Give you a shotgun, no holster
I'll dick you down on that doja, girl
I know you ain't had it that good
I'ma give you that back wood, yeah
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