Freddie Gibbs
Ten Packs of Backwoods
[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 n***a, paid n***a 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 n***a 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