Justin Zong - Backwoods & Kush (prod. by Justus Yearous)

LYRICS:

(Hook) 8x: Backwoods & Kush

Verse 1:
These backwudz and kush
I'm Rollin up these blunt wraps
I had a sack, I brang it back,
it's not enuff so I'm takin dabs
I'm packin doobs
Im Actin true
I smack you cats till you black and blue
If you motherfuckers keep actin up ,
ill pack up punch, in your ass and cruise
I'm Rollin up this kush I'm on some trippy shit
You bitches keep on hittin but don't give me shitttt
Now who supply the whole ounce for this trippy crew?
Puff puff pass if I get a hit then you better give me two
Ok now most rappers use swisher sweets
But me I prefer backwoods,
the fact is, the cash would,
come fast if my ass would
just try a little bit of that purp
I smoke some, I feel nice
I take another hit till I burp,
and smoke goes up and I'm real high
Sour D, hourly that's what I'm feinin for
I rise up from the ashes like a phoenix bird
My brain is fucked, eyes low, my mind slow,
still striving for that intellect,
that knowledge that I rhyme for
tell me what the fuck it is that you rhyme for?
That party and bullshit
That trill life, that high life
That makes my life a highlight
These backwoods and kush
I fiend on the daily
These backwoods and kush
They be Makin the whole room all hazy

(Hook)

Verse 2:
Take it to the back, if you pass me the sack,
move it from ya backpack to my knapsack,
that's that shit that's that life that I live
Chunkin up a deuce learned it twice as a kid,
now my mama taught me to always fight for the right
just to live how I like and despite all the shit,
I'm Rollin blunts, dipped in dirty sprite and I sit
And reminisce bout the fuckin times takin hits
Out the mothafuckin bong in the mothafuckin Bathroom
Bout to pass out, whacked out in the back room
Blacked out, now I'm back out but I'm pass due
Yeah imma puff an ounce if I have to
Whoa, better slow down JT
By now, you already smoked a pound maybe
But maybe imma have to reup,
with some granddaddy purp in the blunt and I'm feelin fucked up
Fuck that, bring it back tho
Bring it through the back doe
Better come correct with a stack of that cash flow
If you wanna take another hit then just ask bro
Better throw down, at least a sack or a bag yo

When I come in with the mothafuckin weed boy
All these mothafuckas twistin up the trees boy
Then I roll in with the mothafuckin backwudz
Bitches actin like I'm passin out from flatbush
Purple in the cup,
i dip the blunt in
Soon as I step off in the building then they want in
Pass it to left, follow the rules hoe
I'm gettin turnt, but don't take me as a fool hoe