Lacombe (Explicit)

Rollin' Backwoods in the back of da woods

B***h I'm back light the woods

Never looking back b***h I'm good

I be that 7th Ward Lord with them 7-4 swords

Cuttin' seven foreign w***es h*e

Me and Smurf got a f**king problem

lick took too much Neurontin now his f**king head is throbbin'

Feeling wavy like the f**king coast

Popped one then gave two to Ghoste

Grey the uicidal host

I'm smoking d**e aye b***h you know that I'm that f**king junkie

B***hes tryna f**k me lucky if I let 'em suck me

Smoking Cadillac d**e in a berry leaf

Laying in the cut I promise you won't even see

Selling indica lil' boy I got it for the cheap

If I get it for the two you get it for the three

Every time I hit the scene these h*es is all on me

Every time I'm sippin' lean I usually got it free

It's Hustle 'till I die I chase the cheese like Chester Cheeto

There's so much heat I stick your finger

But dare you to play the stick-up

Play the robber at the druggie Your body they gotta pick up

Shawty official used to being hustled to get your chips up

Who's to say I'm the villain No pistol check on me only fists up

My ten pack of Gorilla with bullets the size of missiles

Come to my Hustle family it's over I blow the whistle