[Intro]
(Way9)
Grr, boom, boom, boom

[Verse 1]
Started lowkey, got stuck at the bottom
I told myself I'ma be rich (rich)
Shit got bigger than juggin' and flippin'
And never really knew it's hard as how it is
2023 been nun' but hits
Money comin', ain't gon' lie, I'm dismissed
And Dummy shouldn't tryna be in no mix
Spot a problem and it sorta get fixed
I'm just tryna see my name on the charts and leave my remark, it brought me to this (this)
Every piece from my [?] in the streets
Feel ah way 'til them niggas won't diss (Who?)
Have a chance to be me, know you wish
I got knocked on my .40 went and picked on my switch
Police told me for surely [?] I ain't no snitch
But no problem when shawty tote [?]
Saw my bro on the floor diе, I couldn't do shit (shit)
Goofy me if a nigga don't mix (Mix)
I can't call you my brother
It's strictly business, nowadays niggas flip morе than bricks
Got that fire, I ain't lettin' up
Like I'm in jail, [?] tryna keep on a wig (Keep a wig)
Never fallen too deep 'bout a bitch (No)
Millionarie so I keep on some shit (Boom)

[Chorus]
Smoking Backwoods to the face
Doctors told me Tjay please dont blow your lungs away
Put some hundreds every K
Crazy how that money, you was gettin' them done away
Always been the type to shoot, no time to salute
Bet [?] ain't nun' to say
I'ma walk with my gun today
Want smoke? Ándale
Smoking Backwoods to the face
Doctors told me Tjay please dont blow your lungs away
Put some hundreds every K
Crazy how that money, you was gettin' them done away
Always been the type to shoot, no time to salute
Bet [?] ain't nun' to say
I'ma walk with my gun today
Want smoke? Ándale

[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
Smoking Backwoods to the face
Doctors told me Tjay please dont blow your lungs away
Put some hundreds every K
Crazy how that money, you was gettin' them done away
Always been the type to shoot, no time to salute
Bet [?] ain't nun' to say
I'ma walk with my gun today
Want smoke? Ándale
Smoking Backwoods to the face
Doctors told me Tjay please dont blow your lungs away
Put some hundreds every K
Crazy how that money, you was gettin' them done away
Always been the type to shoot, no time to salute
Bet [?] ain't nun' to say
I'ma walk with my gun today
Want smoke? Ándale