Big Backwood

Told my momma not to sweat

We gon make it out this shit

No more worryin about that rent

Let me sit down and make a hit

Count these checks no more countin cents

Blew up fast it don’t make sense

Now I blow gas out this bitch

Fuck the past man now I’m rich

I’m havin a blast stay smoking shit

Big Backwood I’m rolling it

Bird stay fly like a par one hit

Babe so high like she on a trip

I got the pack and I’m holdin it

Smoke so thick I can’t see shit

Take one puff and floatin quick

Money thick can’t fold the grip

Diamonds on me they cold as shit

Whip too fast might ghost the strip

Cup stay doubled I pour and sip

Stage 2 tune no stallin this

Life legit can’t be too lit

On the plane and private jet

Gotta love that money can’t get

Scored her by being funny and shit

Now I’m in her belly and clit

Been that way since high school,

shit!

Back to talkin money and clips

Cash be clockin upgraded grips

Safe too full gotta buy a fifth

Racks too rolled gotta stack em quick

New bills blue the fold like shit

Draco tucked the beam don’t miss

Hundred round drum, uh, make em dip

Pop the trunk up in their crib

Yeah we pull up and let it rip

Shiesty pulled I got extra clips

Hollow points make em do backflips

Big boy moves no counterfeit

VVS shine when I move my wrist

BBS glide when I move like this

Backwood mansion got a code to get in

Ten car garage got a lamb and the Benz

Money Comin in never stress what I spend

Double cup chillin got the ice in a blend

Drip too clean got em mad they pissed

Whole team winning stay takin risks

Big Backwood blow smoke leave them lit!

That’s it!

BIRD!