BACKWOOD ESPRESSO (Explicit)

Ballin' out the frame

Trap house jumpin'

Kyle, you made that?

Trap house jumpin', we be ballin' out the frame

I just copped an ounce, I'm 'bout to smoke it all the way

I just copped a crib, your girlfriend got a place to stay

You can't hate the player, boy you gotta hate the, gotta hate the

Whole crew winnin', I don't got no hang arounds

Call my dudes for trouble, I don't gotta bang around

Fxxk boy wanna fight me, size 'em up and break him down

Heard some little fxxkers stole my style and my sound

In the morning, I be yawnin', with another rapper's shorty

Cup of coffee, she just told me that you're boring

I know you got money, but it doesn't hide the fact that you still fxxking corny

Think she gone missing but she by my place

Up in morimoto, butterfly that steak

Hourglass body, can't deny that shape

If she stayin' over she gon' ride back late

Blunts in LA, smoking on a beach

She gon' fxxk around and get too high on me

You've been working out to get fly for me

Old school, Nelly, won't you ride with me? Yeah

Sunshine, I be getting money 'til midnight

Love the s**t you rock, but what your skin like?

Skating through this life like I'm on thin ice

My woadie rolled a couple of blunts

I'm 'bout to sit there and face it

Think you with a lame, you must've got me mistaken

She could be a model, where the fxxk is her agent?

We getting money now baby, fxxk being patient

When I'm around the drinks keep pouring, while your ***** go low

I just fxxked around and did this s**t solo

Every place I travel boy, your ***** gon' go

Backwood with my latte, I'ma sip, I'ma smoke