Backwoods & Me Letra

I'm in ATL, doin' slimy shit in an SRT
Hotbox this car, yeah, we blowin' tree
Phone calls from all these A&Rs, yeah, they wanna sign me
And I got some shit, I'll flip your car, this an ARP
Yeah, I'm 'Tect, I got the blueprint, who the fuck is Jay-Z?
Who the fuck?
Who the fuck think they want war?
I wake up and I put on Dior
I'm in Saks, geeked and bored
My pockets fat just like Rod
These my clothes, I don't got no stylist
Heart attack like Bray Wyatt
Come get your bitch, this ho wildin'
Charge your sticks, they don't be vibin'
I done blew up quick like damn, what about collеge?
I had to make this shit happen, I ain't havе no option
I'm a Ball Hog, oh, but I'll pass to twin, John Stockton
Check my call log, I don't fuck with you, bitch, you blocked
I just dropped some Tris in my pop
Where you goin'? Got you on lock
Shut the fuck up, I don't wanna talk
Brand-new car, I don't have to walk
I feel sick, I need some Wock'
Brand-new kicks, Chrome Heart socks
This bitch chips, this bitch chopped
Oh my god, look at 'Tect, he did his shit, yeah, he made it far
Play any game, there a chance you won't make it to tomorrow
Goin' up strong, I'm makin' the shot, and you niggas foul
Dream, havin' dreams of with this ho, play her like guitar
Drop his ass, put him on the fuckin' floor, feel like James Harden
Got diamonds on my teeth, I just poured up a three
Just pulled up to the function with a Backwood and me
My twin always clutchin', play, we put you on TV