Chris Brandnew - Backwoods lyrics

I'm rollin' up these Backwoods I'm ridin' through my damn hood 200 under my damn hood Damn, Soulja, you eatin' good I'm rollin' up these Backwoods I'm rollin' up these Backwoods I'm rollin' up these Backwoods I'm rollin' up these Backwoods [Verse One] Rollin' up the Backwoods Bag of the gas, ounces of good Pounds of trap, pounds of gas Ride through the city and I got the strap Lamborghini and I painted it black Uzi automatic my favorite strap Smokin' on, smokin' on kush on the weekend Smokin' on kush with your b**h and she freaky She f**in' and s**in', she f**in' the team You know what I mean Ice and Ferragamo, my cuban link Diamond shine, man, they look like they pink Stupid n***a, you get shot 'fore you blink I got water whip, yeah look at my team Throwin' money in the air and that change the weather The money on me, look like money Mayweather All of these diamonds, I pull them together n***as be talking, they don't get no cheddar We shoot undercover pistols and Beretta n***a, I got Louis all on my sweater VVS diamonds is all in my bezel [Chorus] [Verse Two] Used to live in a bando Now I run through in them camos n***as talkin', they get no money I be seein' my face through the channels Gucci, Louis on my sandals I'm lightin' sh** up like a candle I'm on an island like Gilligan Slangin' eight balls like I'm Wimbledon Gucci, Louis on my Timberlands Ten stacks in my pocket the minimum Pull up that Wraith, you k**in' 'em Soulja worth 25 million Oh my god, look at my chain I'm k**in' the pot, they know my name I'm in the club, and I'm on flame Giuseppe my feet, it's not a game Puttin' a f** n***a to shame Step out the club and I'm makin' it rain Thirty thousand on my [?] ring Ain't nobody f**in' with my game Versace, Versace on my new ring Soulja Boy Tell 'Em Hurricane [Chorus]