[Hook]
She tryna get lit off backwoods, backwoods
She tryna get lit off backwoods, backwoods
She tryna get lit off backwoods, backwoods
She tryna get lit off backwoods
Always rolling up that good
[Verse]
I roll thru with the pack, loud in the gla** jar
Ting on my side, never gotta drive far
And when I be whippin'
My hand on her thighs
Be bumpin the tunes, she feelin the vibes
I just gut the f**in' wood and then we smoke it
Me both smokin' on that motherf**in' potent
Yeah you know it be that f**in StimKo sh**
Come and catch em at a mothaf**in' show b**h
Yeah, you know the red couch
We be doing our thing
And we all got addictions
And I just want the ring
Got no ring for these b**hes
Cause they just want the bling
Trick, you lookin for bling?
Well lemme give a ring
To my main dude woppin
Y'all know he keep it movin
And if he get locked by the 12
It's free censored
I ain't ever touch no blow, and I'll never have to do it
Cause I got some f**in woods, and girlie roll em up so perfect
[Hook]
She tryna get lit off backwoods, backwoods
She tryna get lit off backwoods, backwoods
She tryna get lit off backwoods, backwoods
She tryna get lit off backwoods
Always rolling up that good
She tryna get lit off backwoods, backwoods
She tryna get lit off backwoods, backwoods
She tryna get lit off backwoods, backwoods
She tryna get lit off backwoods
Always rolling up that good