Yea

One more pack of the stickity wax stuff

One more Backwood, I'm feeling it mad rough

Throat hit, throat slit, think you are mad tough?

Let's just see who the ultimate man was

I'm back up with the atlas

Blasting on a sad bitch

Ashing where the grass is

Rollin' up the grass, yuh

Light then attack it

Might just fuck a ratchet

Might just fuck a bad bitch

Depends on the acid

I roll with the windows down

Screamin' fuck shit till my car gets plowed

Bullets start zippin' inside of my whip now

Hoes start trippin' and I gotta calm em down

They don't wanna hear but I locked all the doors

Got cock on a whore

Got rocks on the floor

Got opps on the way so it's time to explore

Bitch it's unlocked now, get out the fuckin' car

Yuh, I just be creepin' again

I just be creepin' again yuh

I just be peepin' your sins

When you think that no one cares, huh

We both know you're going to hell, aye

We both know your shit doesn't sell, aye

We both know you're going to hell, aye

But I am too, oh well

Yuh

I cop the pack

I cop the pack from my homies so I can feel numb, aye

I cop the wax

I cop the wax from my neighbor so I can feel dumb, aye

I do not sip on no rum

Rum-pum-pum lil thot here I come

Dumb dumb dumb lil bitch, I would run

I roll with the posse, take smoke to my lungs

Never am lacking, I don't got no MAC-10

But I got a MacBook, I'm cookin' the crack and

Got backends on backends

You backwards on backwards

Got Backwoods on Backwoods, you don't know the password

Lync Lone rollin' with the knife to his neck

Pipe down killa, roll blunts with respect

I bite down if she turn freak on that dick

I might drown if she keep poppin' that shit and

Uh, I just be creepin' again

I just be creepin' again yuh

I just be peepin' your sins

When you think that no one cares, huh

We both know you're going to hell, aye

We both know your shit doesn't sell, aye

We both know you're going to hell, aye

But I am too, oh well