Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ten Packs of Backwoods, artist - Freddie Gibbs.
Date of issue: 08.07.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ten Packs of Backwoods |
Ten packs of backwoods bitch that’s how my day go |
Still got that loud pack bitch I’m on my J O |
And my hoes don’t roll no swisher sweets cause they know |
Ten packs of backwoods bitch that’s how my day go |
Ten packs of the backwoods filled with the kush, I’m so blown |
But you know the kid still handle biz, I don’t lead to the door sober |
Fuckin' with a made nigga, paid nigga gettin' change in the dope spot |
Cadillac two shit, new shit, no bricks on my door lock |
Bitch I stay funeral fresh, Fendi and Gucci to death |
Get all my bottom bitches, I ain’t have shit to do with the rest |
My bitches down to take trips, my bitches down to hit licks, my bitches roll |
the wood up, throw up the hood up sip lean and get lit |
And when I die bury me right by bitch Mary Jane |
She been by my side ever since '95 with a beat to everything |
Wake up first thing on my list gotta taste that bitch, that’s how my day go |
Then a nigga hit a broad and her friend, so 20 on the thang, yeah I’m on my J O |
Ten packs of backwoods bitch that’s how my day go |
Still got that loud pack bitch I’m on my J O |
And my hoes don’t roll no swisher sweets cause they know |
Ten packs of backwoods bitch that’s how my day go |
Got 50 packs with stuff of that loud, my day go |
Yellow pack, blue, purple, brown, light and dark every day in my J O |
Keep a flight attendant when I fly to the city, she ride and go |
That cali medical walked up that side blow like Diego |
And they know, keep my day right smokin' till my lungs buzz |
Some’ll wrap another wood and stop it with an orange crush |
Train wreck in them honey berries, ba-bananas with that bubba |
O.G. wrapped in a sweet era, madness come after, I take no other |
Pack after pack, roll up and choke out and smoke out sack after sack |
Then bring it back, another 10 rounds by woods and we vacayin' in the back |
Hop in the 'lac, another 28 grams be in hand til I lay low |
Blew 'em back, on the eight, 20 keep my mind straight, gettin' head from my new |
and my day ho |
Ten packs of backwoods bitch that’s how my day go |
Still got that loud pack bitch I’m on my J O |
And my hoes don’t roll no swisher sweets cause they know |
Ten packs of backwoods bitch that’s how my day go |