Backwoods Freestyle

I don't be beat for no talking With steppers they stepping on Shìt Gun to heavy to lift up off my hip We don't drive nissians Or none of that shit Double back Cuz the flick of the wrist I stack it up And then stack it again Moving foward Can't look backwards again Smokin blunts to all the shit that I did I'm in a race car With a race car cuz That bitch made backwards Doors gotta open up backwards Real talk I only smoke backwoods Leave nigga body in the backwoods I been to real to tax niggas Tell his bitch to send him to the back Nigga If I spin ya block we Spinning back I'm Mr who the f*ck is that nigga Or you don't don't wanan f*ck with that nigga Diamonds on dressed in all black Nigga I bless the mic when I rap Nigga Smell the Shìt I smoke you'll catch a contact I'm living real life mortal combat Niggas be dying Niggas be stitching And eyeing Niggas be snitching and I aint I put it on mamas You niggas Capping And lying I stay that iron I keep that pan like I'm frying I fucked ya bitch without trying All you fake All of you niggas is slimy I stand with the real They beside me She wanna kick it No I do not know karate She licking all on my body I be wit steppers they stepping on Shìt You can not run cuz my niggas Too quick No call of duty I'm so off the hip My life like a movie Just look at her hips I took the top off she got lock law She gave me brain all day I got what you need all day My phone gonna ring all day Ima make the songs they sing all day Spin da block til we catch him Broad day I ain't never put no cap in what I say And the shit I be rappin what i say I ain't never give my word Then take it back I don't do not do tits To get the tats I just put my life all up in this trap I ain't never fold No falling back I'm giving my pain You call it rap Catch you lacking ain't no coming back If I catch you lacking aint no coming back I'm a real one I don't be beat for no talking With steppers they stepping on Shìt Gun to heavy to lift up off my hip We don't drive nissians Or none of that shit Double back Cuz the flick of the wrist I stack it up And then stack it again Moving foward Can't look backwards again Smoking blunts to all the shit that I did I'm in a race car With a race car cuz That bitch made backwards Doors gotta open up backwards Real talk I only smoke backwoods