Songtexte Backwoods - Ryuga

I'll smoke a nigga like a Backwood, yeah
Then fuck his bitch at his funeral, damn
I'll smoke a nigga like a Backwood, yeah
Then fuck his bitch at his funeral, damn
I'll smoke a nigga like a Backwood, yeah
Then fuck his bitch at his funeral, damn
I'll smoke a nigga like a Backwood, yeah
(Fresh Boy on the beat)

I walked on the beat, now I gotta mop it
Water, brush it, now I gotta flush it
I'll always ride the beat, but the beat can't ride me
But ya bitch, she can ride me
Ryuga, top G
King of Laurel? Ha, me
King of his city? Ha, me
New underground shit? Ha, me

Counting this guap, my thumbs getting shifty
Now that girl don't want to go but she can't stay with me
Had her walk on her knees, you she was scrubbing
I made her cut ties with her buddy
Uh, real skater, no pose' shit (facts)
High hater 'cause you can't earn shit (bitch)
Like how do you envy me? Ha, how
Like how do you envy me? Ha, how

'Cause I'm counting the racks, making it stack
And you is a Gnat, and you is a rat
Yeah, but me, I'ma veteran
And y'all niggas, ya bitches let me in
I had floated in that pussy
I had floated in that pussy
I had floated in that pussy
I had floated, yeah

That nigga'll get clapped, just like his bitch
Pause, uhm, matter fact, resume
Yeah-yeah, I'm off the shrooms
Yeah, I'm off the shrooms, yeah

I'll smoke a nigga like a Backwood, yeah
Then fuck his bitch at his funeral, damn
I'll smoke a nigga like a Backwood, yeah
Then fuck his bitch at his funeral, damn
I'll smoke a nigga like a Backwood, yeah
Then fuck his bitch at his funeral, damn
I'll smoke a nigga like a Backwood, yeah

I walked on the beat, now I gotta mop it
Water, brush it, now I gotta flush it
I'll always ride the beat, but the beat can't ride me (haha)
But ya bitch, she can ride me
Ryuga, top G (nobody else)
King of Laurel? Ha, me (nobody else)
King of his city? Ha, me (nobody else)
New underground shit? Ha, me

Ain't nobody in Laurel that's cold as me, no
Ain't nobody in Laurel that's colder than me, no
Listen, where all my slimes?
Used to be broke, now I got a dime
Water on my wrist, ain't worried 'bout time
Green in my pocket, green like key lime (yeah)
Listen, where all my slimes?
Used to be broke, now I got a dime
Water on my wrist, ain't worried 'bout time
Green in my pocket, green like key lime

No, he didn't, yes, I did
No, he didn't, yes, I did