Текст песни BACKWOOD ESPRESSO - RUSSELL!

Ballin' out the frame
Trap house jumpin'
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
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
Call my dudes for trouble I don't gotta bang around
Fuck boy wanna fight me
Size 'em up and break 'em down
Heard some little fuckers stole my style and my sound
In the morning, I be yawnin'
With another rapper's shorty
Cup of coffee, she just told me that you're boring
I know you got money
But it doesn't hide the fact that you still fucking corny
Think she gone missing but she by my place
Up in morimoto, butterfly that steak
Hourglass body can't deny that shape
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
You been workin' out to get fly for me
Old school Nelly won't you ride with me?
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
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
Oo-woah
Oo-woah
Oo-woah
Yeah
Fuck you talkin' bout?