Lyrics BACKWOOD ESPRESSO - Russell

Ballin' out the frame
Trap house jumpin' we been
Kyle, you made that?

Trap house jumpin' we been ballin' out the frame
I just copped an ounce, I'm 'bout to smoke it all away (gang)
I just copped a crib your girlfriend got a place to stay
You can't hate the player, boy, you gotta hate the, gotta hate the
Whole crew winnin', I don't got no hang-arounds (yeah)
Call my dudes for trouble, I don't gotta bang around (grr)
Fuck boy wanna fight me, size him up and break him down (wassup?)
Heard some little fucker stole my style and my sound

In the morning, I be yawnin' (yeah)
With another rapper's shorty, cup of coffee (yeah)
She just told me that you're boring'
I know you got money (what?)
But it doesn't hide the fact that you still fuckin' corny

Think she gone missing but she by my place (goddamn)
Up in morimoto, butterfly that steak (oh, yeah)
Hourglass body, can't deny that shape (woah)
If she ain't stayin' over she gon' ride back late

Blunts in LA, smokin' on a beach
She gon' fuck around and get too high on me (high on me)
You been workin' out to get fly for me (fly for me)
Old school Nelly, won't you ride with me? Yeah

Sunshine, I be gettin' money 'til midnight
Love the shit you rock, but what your skin like?
Skatin' through this life like I'm on thin ice

My woadie rolled a couple of blunts, I'm 'bout to sit there and face it
Think you with a lame, you must've got me mistaken (goddamn)
She could be a model, where the fuck is her agent?
We gettin' money now, baby, fuck bein' patient
When I'm around the drinks keep pourin' while your bitch go low
I just fucked around and did this shit solo
Every place I travel, boy, your bitch gon' go
Backwood with my latte, I'ma sip, I'ma smoke

Oh, no
Oh, no
Woah-ho
Oh no
Ooh-woah
Ooh-woah
Ooh-woah
Yeah
Fuck you talkin' bout?