b#tch I’m washing off the residue and rubbing off the top
My f#cking Backwood, it look like I’m smoking cigar, aye
b#tch I’m washing off the residue and rubbing off the top
My f#cking Backwood, it look like I’m smoking cigar
Weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh
b#tch I’m washing off the residue and rollin’ off the bars
’bout to take a trip to then take a trip to Mars
Weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh
b#tch I’m rolling off the gas, feel like I am [Chief Sosa?
Please don’t play about my money, treat my bands like it’s [propane?
Pull up on a lil n#gg#, best believe I’ma [poke him?
Laughing face with the joker, yeah he get popped like a soda
I ain’t playin’ ’bout the I be doing
I’ma pull up on the block and go stupid then act foolish
I don’t wanna play no games, I’ma shoot just like movies
I’ma feel on the booty then I’ma lick on the booty
b#tch I’m nasty and she know it
I pulled them bands out, now she wanna see me throw it
I pull my dick out, now I wanna see her blow me
I got my shooters ’round me and they shoot just like Ginóbili
b#tch I’m washing off the residue and rubbing off the top
My f#cking Backwood, it look like I’m smoking cigar
Weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh
b#tch I’m washing off the residue and rollin’ off the bars
’bout to take a trip to then take a trip to Mars
Weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh
I’m from out the [way?], f#ck n#gg#s in the way
I’m hot as f#ck, these f#ck n#gg#s need
Hit a bad b#tch, I forgot her first name [She bad
In the club, geeked up, all that [deucing?] [Geeked
I got racks on racks, she got #ss on #ss
Hit it from the back [Back], she finna be back [yuh, yuh
They got a lotta scraps, we ain’t finna [lack?
n#gg#s shoot at us, that b#tch shooting back
b#tch I’m washing off the residue and rubbing off the top
My f#cking Backwood, it look like I’m smoking cigar
Weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh
b#tch I’m washing off the residue and rollin’ off the bars
’bout to take a trip to then take a trip to Mars
Weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh
I’ma walk up in the club smelling like a pound of gas
And a couple bad b#tches, they gon’ ride me down
And you know I’m throwing money crowd
I’ma go a n#gg# b#tch
I keep a chopper with a 100 round, b#tch
I’ma probably have to lay him down, b#tch
I get it down, n#gg# with a pound, b#tch
Money, do not make a sound
b#tch, I’m back on this trap sh#t
To my momma I could have sh#t
So I went inside the [school?] with a bad b#tch
She gave me every class b#tch
You know I passed b#tch
b#tch I’m washing off the residue and rubbing off the top
My f#cking Backwood, it look like I’m smoking cigar
Weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh
b#tch I’m washing off the residue and rollin’ off the bars
’bout to take a trip to then take a trip to Mars
Weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh, weh
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Lil Tracy Lyrics – Residue*