Tag: Smokin Backwoods


Young Thug – Family Don’t Matter (Demo) Lyrics




[Intro]
Yeah, whaddup?
I’m tryna put my dick inside of your panties, yeah
And then I take this shit for granted
I’m at Rolling Loud, right there, rolling out
Smokin’ Backwoods and holdin’ bae
I was gettin’ protected by my savages
Yellow school buses, that’s a Xanny
Causin’ me to sleep and I ain’t plan it (yeehaw)
I got some jobs all day
Roll out the jar all day
I be on Mars all day
I’m with the stars all day, uh
Boss all day
Roll up the raw all day
Babysit your dog all day
‘Bout to watch you jog all day

[Chorus]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Verse 1]
Bagged a bad bitch, I got a foreign son
Tommy gun, found a real Tommy gun
I dropped a milli’ on my chain like I know Barry Bonds
And I got a head full of hair like I’m from Amazon, uh
Glaze that ass like a candle honey, uh
Ferragamo shower shoes for me, uh
Lightbulb, neck got jewels on it, uh
Like an old school, I got some pull, don’t I?
Huh?
Sayin’, abracadabra
Abracadabra, kill all you bastards
I don’t want no wrassle
The bread ambassador
No nothin’ else matter to him
I’m ballin’ like Patrick Ewing
Turn up on you bastards
I’m in a Ghost like Casper
Everything go smooth for me like I got my Masters
Fubu Platinum up, birds in the Acura
Albums platinum and up, I’m killin’ these bastards

[Chorus]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Verse 2]
Country Billy made a couple milli’
Tryna park the Rolls Royce inside the Piccadilly
Oh, he had a couple stripes actually (of course)
Got another half a milli’ in white tees, of course (don’t you panic)
Don’t you take this shit for granted, don’t you panic
When I put my D in your pants, don’t you panic
When I catch up with your bitch, you know I’m smashin’
I can put her on her feet, oh, oh head gasket
You gotta tell me what’s wrong
I can’t wait to deep stroke to the mornin’
‘Bout to put my dick in your mouth right when you yawn
You gotta put that puss’ on my lips, whenever I’m on one
I thank the red doll, so I whip my bum bum
I’m ’bout to fuck somebody girl off this rum, rum (go ‘head)
I’m chasin’ all of these rats like I was Tom (yeah)
But it ain’t even matter, I was tryna kill these bastards

[Chorus]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Bridge]
I’m fuckin’ with you
Yeah, you know I’m fuckin’ with you
Still got the factories on my coupe
Lately, I been lazin’, blamin’ blue
I kept that bag, swoo
I’m hidin’ a futu
My pitbull blue, too
My carpet wool, too
My bitch out Dallas, I’m a maverick
My ear got carrats on it
But none of that shit don’t matter, I was tryna kill these bastards

[Chorus]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?




Key Glock – All I Know Is Trap




[Intro]
G-L-O-C-K
G-L-O-C-K, ayy
The fuck?
Paper Route business, Taliban

[Chorus]
I pledge allegiance to the streets, all I know is trap
I’m Emmitt Smith with the pack, watch me run it back
Two black straps, let em fly, Jill and Jack
All I do is stack, yeah, rack after rack
Okay, okay

[Verse 1]
South Memphis you know where I’m from
Got choppers just like Vietnam
I feel like I’m Rocko the Don
I’m ballin’ just like no tomorrow
I might buy a gold Audemar
Your shit out the middle of the mall
Where the Visine that I bought?
Like Shaggy I’m ridin’ with my dog
Kick in your trap like kung-fu
Finessin’ you, check up the deuce
All this blue, I play for Duke
My pockets fat like Bruce Bruce
I’m ballin’ hard, fourth quarter
I just fucked somebody’s daughter
Call up the plug, make an order
If we don’t agree, I extort him
I got them P’s on the way
I brought out my racks today
Nigga this shit not a game
You play, you get shot with two K’s
Ride with this shit like I’m Cain
Mask off and I got the flame
I’m a big dog Great Dane
Glock, I bet your bitch know the name

[Chorus]
I’m just a young rich nigga, shit all I do is trap
I’m Emmitt Smith with the pack, watch me run it back
Two black straps, let em fly, Jill and Jack
All I do is stack, yeah, rack after rack

[Verse 2]
Put his brains on a pavement
I call the shots like Tom Brady
Choppers and Glocks like the navy
Dodgin’ these hoes like The Matrix
Guttin’ your bitch like I’m Jason
Slavin’ your ho while you savin’ her
Damn bro where your cape at, huh?
This gas so loud man I can’t hear nothin’
Spent six figures on guns
Damn near a million on drugs
Forgis sit up like some dubs
Foreign clothes I’m still a thug
I feel like three-six, where the bud at?
Tommy gun act like a Rugrat
Ice on my neck, your bitch love that
Smokin’ Backwoods ’til my lungs black
My chopper kickin’ like FIFA
I’m ballin, I need an arena, ayy
Come get your bitch off my penis
She suck me clean, algae eater
I got more stripes than a bengal
I got more stripes than a zebra
Somebody please call Adidas
And tell ’em to sponsor Glock Season

[Chorus]
I’m just a young rich nigga, shit all I do is trap
I’m Emmitt Smith with the pack, watch me run it back
Two black straps, let em fly, Jill and Jack
All I do is stack, yeah, rack after rack

[Outro]
The fuck?
Ayy, ayy
G-L-O-C-K