Ten Packs of Backwoods

Lyrics

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs] Uh, ten packs of Backwoods, bitch, that's how my day go Uh, still got that loud pack, bitch, I'm on my JO Uh, and my hoes don't roll no Swisher Sweets 'cause they know Uh, ten packs of Backwoods, bitch, that's how my day go Uh, ten packs of Backwoods, bitch, that's how my day go Uh, still got that loud pack, bitch, I'm on my JO Uh, and my hoes don't roll no Swisher Sweets 'cause they know Uh, ten packs of Backwoods, bitch, that's how my day go [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Yeah, uh, yeah, ten packs of the Backwoods filled with the kush, I'm so blown Uh, but you know the kid still handle biz, I don't leave 'til the dope sold Yeah, fuckin' with a made nigga, paid nigga gettin' change in the dope spot Uh, Cadillac two shit, new shit, no grips on my door lock Bitch, I stay funeral fresh, Fendi and Gucci to death Kept 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, we done been through everything Wake up, first thing on my list, gotta taste that bitch, yeah, that's how my day go Then a nigga hit the road in the Range, whole twenty in the thing, yeah, I'm on my JO [Chorus: Freddie Gibbs] Uh, ten packs of Backwoods, bitch, that's how my day go Uh, still got that loud pack, bitch, I'm on my JO Uh, and my hoes don't roll no Swisher Sweets 'cause they know Uh, ten packs of Backwoods, bitch, that's how my day go Uh, ten packs of Backwoods, bitch, that's how my day go Uh, still got that loud pack, bitch, I'm on my JO Uh, and my hoes don't roll no Swisher Sweets 'cause they know Uh, ten packs of Backwoods, bitch, that's how my day go [Verse 2: D-Edge] Uh, uh, got fifty Backwoods stuffed of that loud, my day go Yellow pack, blue, purple, brown, light, and dark every day, my JO 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, get my day right smokin' till my lungs bust Unwrap up another wood and stop it with that Orange Crush Train Wreck in them honey berries, ba-bananas with that Bubba O.G. wrapped in the sweet aromatics compare to no other Pack after pack, roll up and choke out, then smoke out sack after sack Then bring it back, another ten rounds, buy 'Woods and we vapin' in the back Hop in the 'Lac, another twenty-eight grams behind tint, I lay low Blowin' back on the eight, tryna get my mind straight, gettin' head from my new and my day ho [Chorus: Freddie Gibbs] Uh, ten packs of Backwoods, bitch, that's how my day go Uh, still got that loud pack, bitch, I'm on my JO Uh, and my hoes don't roll no Swisher Sweets 'cause they know Uh, ten packs of Backwoods, bitch, that's how my day go Uh, ten packs of Backwoods, bitch, that's how my day go Uh, still got that loud pack, bitch, I'm on my JO Uh, and my hoes don't roll no Swisher Sweets 'cause they know Uh, ten packs of Backwoods, bitch, that's how my day go [Outro: Freddie Gibbs] Ten packs of Backwoods, bitch, that's how my day go