Swisher Backwood Song Lyrics

Yeah, yeah (Uh)
Uh, you gotta be smokin' a blunt in this mothafucka (Yeah)
Count that shit, dawg (Yeah)
Split that shit, dawg (Gang)
You ain't smoking
I don't wanna hear that shit, nigga

Count that shit up, split it with my dawg
Got your bitch in the spot and she turnt up (Turnt up)
Geeked up on this drank, so we turnt up (Tight up)
In the club, hunnid bands, in the ceilin', throwing up (Yeah)
And I got your bitch drunk
bitch might be throwing up (Yeah, yeah)
Percocet, yeah, all in my cup
Know I'm leaning so I'm fiending for some more so pour me up
Strapped up, think about robbing me, I'ma shoot you up
In my mind frame, in my head, I don't give a fuck (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm bloody so I'm thugging (Yeah)
Get money, so she love me (Yeah)
Sip lean, it's not bubbly (Nah)
My face looking ugly (Yeah)
Adderall got me muggy (Yeah)
Handgun, I'm like, fuck it (Yeah)
The block, I stay thugging (Yeah)
These trenches, yeah, they love me (Yeah)
The gun, yeah, I'm 'bout it (Yeah)
You talking, you ain't 'bout it (Yeah)
Bitch nigga, I'll show you (Yeah)
I whip out, eye-roll you (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, like the blunt, I'll smoke you (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, like the bread, I'll toast you (Yeah)