Woods - Backtrack lyrics
[Woods - Backtrack lyrics]
Bitches wanna backtrack i'on wanna bag that
Block be hot like Baghdad
I will never lack lack
Forty stay rack racked
Cookie out my backpack
You could get clapped back
Ruger in my napsack
You could get tap tapped
Bitches wanna backtrack i'on wanna bag that
Blocc be hot like Baghdad
I will never lack lack
Forty stay rack racked
Cookie out my backpack
You could get clapped back
They said Woodz, you ain't really doin this
You ain't in the trap, really brewin this
Whole gang bunch of pussies, bunch a lunatics
Til' JC pop out with them ruler clips
He a demon, on some other shit
Have you pussy niggas doin flips
Glock 22, with them hollow-tips
Have you clamin gang, then jumpin ships
I been gettin to them chips
B's down, all my niggas crips
All my niggas crips all my niggas crips
Oh you want the smoke
I leave a nigga coughin
Tellin you backtrackin ain't a fuckin option
Send the crodies
You know that they ain't stoppin
Leave a nigga six deep, prayin in that coffin
Dumb niggas out here gettin
Shot for twitter talkin
I ain't with all that
Hit em like it's Boston
I tote a pen, my crodie tote a Wesson
If you don't think he gonna up it
Then test him if he get caught up
I know he ain't confessin'
All my crodies down to ride
Could teach you a lesson
20 on my neck, you know crodie flexin
These bands got my phone hot
No I ain't textin i swear my shit tapped
I might be just obessin
I swear my shit tapped
I might be just obessin
I ain't what no backtrack
Shorty i don't wanna bag that
Bitches wanna backtrack i'on wanna bag that
Blocc be hot like Baghdad
I will never lack lack
Forty stay rack racked
Cookie out my backpack
You could get clapped back
Ruger in my napsack you could get tap tapped
Bitches wanna backtrack i'on wanna bag that
Blocc be hot like Baghdad
I will never lack lack
Forty stay rack racked
Cookie out my backpack
You could get clapped back
Block be hot like Baghdad
I will never lack lack
Forty stay rack racked
Cookie out my backpack
You could get clapped back
Ruger in my napsack
You could get tap tapped
Bitches wanna backtrack i'on wanna bag that
Blocc be hot like Baghdad
I will never lack lack
Forty stay rack racked
Cookie out my backpack
You could get clapped back
They said Woodz, you ain't really doin this
You ain't in the trap, really brewin this
Whole gang bunch of pussies, bunch a lunatics
Til' JC pop out with them ruler clips
He a demon, on some other shit
Have you pussy niggas doin flips
Glock 22, with them hollow-tips
Have you clamin gang, then jumpin ships
I been gettin to them chips
B's down, all my niggas crips
All my niggas crips all my niggas crips
Oh you want the smoke
I leave a nigga coughin
Tellin you backtrackin ain't a fuckin option
Send the crodies
You know that they ain't stoppin
Leave a nigga six deep, prayin in that coffin
Dumb niggas out here gettin
Shot for twitter talkin
I ain't with all that
Hit em like it's Boston
I tote a pen, my crodie tote a Wesson
If you don't think he gonna up it
Then test him if he get caught up
I know he ain't confessin'
All my crodies down to ride
Could teach you a lesson
20 on my neck, you know crodie flexin
These bands got my phone hot
No I ain't textin i swear my shit tapped
I might be just obessin
I swear my shit tapped
I might be just obessin
I ain't what no backtrack
Shorty i don't wanna bag that
Bitches wanna backtrack i'on wanna bag that
Blocc be hot like Baghdad
I will never lack lack
Forty stay rack racked
Cookie out my backpack
You could get clapped back
Ruger in my napsack you could get tap tapped
Bitches wanna backtrack i'on wanna bag that
Blocc be hot like Baghdad
I will never lack lack
Forty stay rack racked
Cookie out my backpack
You could get clapped back