Backyard backwoods

Verse:
Counting up these racks, i’m just thumbing through the bands
Right hand Glock, in the left got the xan
Black forces on, with the True Religion pants
Fat ol’ wood that’s at least a couple grams
Walk in the function bitches know i’m the man
Stay swagged out I ain’t rocking skinny pants
30 with the drum imma pass it to my mans
We can’t match cause I know you not paying

Hook:
Smoking on dope in a fast car
Rolling up the weed on the dashboard
Rolling up the weed in the backyard
I’m a star I don’t got to cap bruh
Pop a tab put me on my ass though
OG gas put it in the glass bong
Backwoods smell like a gas bomb
Creased the whites I ain’t even mad tho

Verse 2:
Cause imma make it right back
Money tall like Shaq
Got that 40 on my lap
Tabula on my hat
You ain’t even got swag
Learned it all from your dad (i’m yo fucking pops)

Outro:
Rolling up the weed in the backyard
Smoking on dope in the fast car
In the, in the, in the, in the fast car
In the backyard, in the backyard, in the backyard