Backwoods & Me

I just poured up a three (if you not Ballhog, then die)

Just pulled up to the function with a Backwood and me

My twin always clutchin', play, we put you on TV

I'm in ATL, doin' slimy shit in a SRT

Hotbox this car, yeah, we blowin' tree

All them calls from all these A&Rs, yeah, they wanna sign me

And I got some shit'll flip yo' car, this a ARP

Yeah, I'm 'Tec, I got the blueprint, who the fuck is Jay-Z?

Who the fuck?

Who the fuck think they want war?

I wake up and I put on Dior

I'm in Sak's, geeked up, bored

My pockets fat, just like Rod

These my clothes, I don't got no stylist

Heart attack, like really wild

Come get your bitch, this ho wildin'

Charge yo' sticks, then we vibin'

I done blew up quick, like damn, what about college?

I had to make this shit, happen, I ain't have no option

I'm a Ballhog, I don't pass it, twin gotta stock

Check my call log, I don't fuck with you, bitch, you blocked

I just dropped some 'tris in my pop

Where you goin'? Got you on lock

Shut the fuck up, I don't wanna talk

Brand-new car, I don't have to walk

I feel sick, I need some Wock'

Brand-new kicks, Chrome Heart socks

This bitch chips, this bitch chopped

Oh my God, look at 'Tec, he did his shit, yeah, he made it far

Play any game any chance you want, man, get it tomorrow

Going up strong, I'm makin' the shot, and these niggas foul

Givin' her dreams to win this ho, play her like guitar

Drop his ass, put him on the fuckin' floor, fell like James Harden

I got diamonds on my teeth, I just poured up a three

Just pulled up to the function with a Backwood and me

My twin always clutchin', play, we put you on TV