Backwoods n Burners by. B2

Speech

Man, let me tell you somethin', son

Ain't nothin' like this sticky I got rolled

Back in my day, we used to break it down real loud, yeah

Now you young bucks just light up and float away

I'm high as a damn kite, can't even feel my knees

Mouth dry as hell, but these stories even drier

You want some wisdom, pass me that lighter first

Been blowin' smoke longer than you been breathin'

Ain't nothin' softer than a man that can't handle his own blunt

Sit back, watch this old man chief, and learn yourself

Chorus

Backwoods n burners, sticky fingers in the pack

Riding dirty through the city, blunt heavy, never slack

Red eyes, black hoodie, swerve corners in the scat

Run your mouth, leave you laid out by the tracks

Post-Chorus

Yeah, smoke up, roll it

Yeah, pour up, hold it

Verse 2

Wake and bake with the Glock on the dress

Shady minds plotting, peep the pressure

Hate in the air but the weed is fresher

Bags got weight, but the hands move lesser

Snapbacks tipped, gold teeth grin

Nobody clean, but the money get rinsed

Ten blunts deep and the windows tense

Snakes everywhere, so the circle dense

Pre-Chorus

High all day, still ready for the funk

Fist full of green, ashtray full of junk

Big play, might leave a hater sunk

Stoners on go, flaming bridges for the skunk

Chorus

Backwoods n burners, sticky fingers in the pack

Riding dirty through the city, blunt heavy, never slack

Red eyes, black hoodie, swerve corners in the scat

Run your mouth, leave you laid out by the tracks

Post-Chorus

Yeah, smoke up, roll it

Yeah, pour up, hold it