Csre - Bacwood Blues Lyrics

Aye somebody pass me a lighter
Yeh, Yeh, Yeh, Yeh, Yeh, Yeh
You know what the f*ck going on, man
We're back to our shit like we back in his hoe again, =

Hey, look, wake up, blackout
She say I do too much
You ask her, I ain't doing enough
She ask me why I don't even f*ck

Baby, you not my only hoe, one of the plenty
Hoes like to ride like the rodeo
I live blunts and roll on beats
Baby, that's my type of cardio
Your hoe seen me at the party
Skinny nigga, but my pockets enormous
Thick, need you to ride like the horses
It's an E at the end, but she call it Porscha
Promoters pay me before I do the performance
Lean with it, rock, baby
This shit off a flows
It's been a minute since a pot, baby
You know we get knots, baby
All black like the swat, baby
I can't give you bands on top of bands just for that twat, baby

Shit, I done got lazy
Now I'm block shakin
Can't let that hoe faze me
Let that hoe done play me
I got drinkin' off a hen
That hoe try to rape me
I can't put you on all ten
Baby, you can't date me
I been out on phases
Black cars and on aces
That bitch is impatient
These niggas is racist

Oh, my gosh
Oh, wake up
Wake up Cs
Wake up

Look, I got money
Now not hoes wanna f*ck me
Off of luxury and cutlery
These bad bitches gon' touch me
Designer stores, niggas know
I stay in there for twenty
His bitch can't go shoppin
If that boy owe me my money
Man, I'm just high
Man, don't ask me, bro
I know I'm lookin' funny
She hang around the fye
You just sit there like a dummy
Man in that box, I get the punchin
She say C's, I feel it in my tummy
F*ck that lil' hoe good
Bro I'm the reason why her makeup runny
Aye I'm a bad bitch getter
Hair puller, wig splitter
I don't f*ck with bitch niggas
Slap it on this bitch, nigga
You ain't gotta tell me, man
I know what's in this whip, nigga
Da nine just a ratchet bitch
That hoe love to hit, niggas

It's a 5-5 gang
What I call it 10 ball
Slabs with me, come and stay
Get 10 off