jmattson - backwood gutz lyrics
[jmattson]
backwood gutz on the island in the kitchen you about to blow my high so mothaf+cka quit your b+tchin’
back on up b+tch i’m violent in the pit and i don’t really give a sh+t 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 mothaf+ckin’ spliff
big dope why you smoke mid?
you know i’m a fiend for the green like a crackhead tryna find a mof+cking fix suck a mof+ckin’ d+ck if you hate me don’t mistake me for them other motherf+ckers in this lame scene @goth_yung ass @animepapi motherf+ckers hitting up these b+tches knowing that they under 18
you f+cked up
double h m walk in and get it lit we bring the ruckus
all of my brothas with the f+ckin sh+t no one can touch us
puffin extendo blunts don’t give no f+cks i got my bucks up
lil’ b+tch you f+cked up
you f+cked up
double h m walk in and get it lit we bring the ruckus
all of my brothas with the f+ckin’ sh+t no one can touch us
puffin extendo blunts don’t give no f+cks i got my bucks up
lil’ b+tch you f+cked up
[witchouse 40k]
lemme pull up on yo block, for da d+mn fade tho
i might pull up to yo block, with a d+mn drako
40 diamonds on my neck, now i got the pesos
grippin on the bayonet, till the f+ckin blade gone
shorty suckin suckin on my c+ck like a d+mn vape
if he talkin down on me, k!ll em off like django
when these rappers fall asleep, then imma take they chain
i’m a turn another function to f+ckin’ 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
motherf+ckers all up on my d+ck, 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, b+tch i’m from the mother f+kin’ 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, b+tch i’m from the mother f+kin’ dust
got my pay up, now i never struggle for the bucks)
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