Текст песни Backwood Gutz (feat. Witchouse 40k) - Witchouse 40k , JMattson

Backwood Gutz on the island in the kitchen you
About to blow my high so mothafucka quit your bitchin'
Back on up bitch I'm violent in the pit and I don't
Really give a shit I swing at anything in vision imma get em

Gotta stay persistent listen you are not in no type of position
To tell me to gentrify the lyrics that I'm
Spitting I don't need opinions I don't need to fit in

I just a need a mothafuckin' spliff
Big dope why you smoke mid?

You know I'm a fiend for the green like a crackhead tryna find a
Mofucking fix suck a mofuckin' dick if you hate me don't mistake me
These bitches knowing that they under 18

You fucked up

Double H M walk in and get it lit we bring the ruckus
All of my brothas with the fuckin shit no one can touch us
Puffin extendo blunts don't give no fucks I got my bucks up

Lil' bitch you fucked up

You fucked up

Double H M walk in and get it lit we bring the ruckus
All of my brothas with the fuckin' shit no one can touch us
Puffin extendo blunts don't give no fucks I got my bucks up

Lil' bitch you fucked up

Lemme pull up on yo block, for da damn fade tho
I might pull up to yo block, with a damn drako
40 diamonds on my neck, Now I got the pesos
Grippin on the bayonet, till the fuckin blade gone
Shorty suckin suckin on my cock like a damn vape
If he talkin down on me, kill em off like django
When these rappers fall asleep, then Imma take they chain
I'm a turn another function to fuckin' face off

I might pull up wita blade strap
I might pull up with the chains, and my nails black

Got me smellin loud from da ounce in my
Backpack, double ziploc'd, but the 12 on my mindset

And my mindset, I don't wanna talk about it
Motherfuckers all up on my dick, I keep a Glock around it
Holding all my pain up in my coffin, wita lock around it
Find me all alone I got a body with some chalk around it

Leave yo gang up, hanged up, from a tree trunk
Got em blades tucked, face cuts, stinging from da rust
Never change up, bitch I'm from the mother fukin' dust
Got my pay up, now I never struggle for the bucks

(Leave yo gang up, hanged up, from a tree trunk
Got em blades tucked, face cuts, stinging from da rust
Never change up, bitch I'm from the mother fukin' dust
Got my pay up, now I never struggle for the bucks)