| Ten packs of backwoods bitch that’s how my day go |
| Still got that loud pack bitch I’m on my J O |
| And my hoes don’t roll no swisher sweets cause they know |
| Ten packs of backwoods bitch that’s how my day go |
| Ten packs of the backwoods filled with the kush, I’m so blown |
| But you know the kid still handle biz, I don’t lead to the door sober |
| Fuckin' with a made nigga, paid nigga gettin' change in the dope spot |
| Cadillac two shit, new shit, no bricks on my door lock |
| Bitch I stay funeral fresh, Fendi and Gucci to death |
| Get 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 with a beat to everything |
| Wake up first thing on my list gotta taste that bitch, that’s how my day go |
| Then a nigga hit a broad and her friend, so 20 on the thang, yeah I’m on my J O |
| Ten packs of backwoods bitch that’s how my day go |
| Still got that loud pack bitch I’m on my J O |
| And my hoes don’t roll no swisher sweets cause they know |
| Ten packs of backwoods bitch that’s how my day go |
| Got 50 packs with stuff of that loud, my day go |
| Yellow pack, blue, purple, brown, light and dark every day in my J O |
| 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, keep my day right smokin' till my lungs buzz |
| Some’ll wrap another wood and stop it with an orange crush |
| Train wreck in them honey berries, ba-bananas with that bubba |
| O.G. wrapped in a sweet era, madness come after, I take no other |
| Pack after pack, roll up and choke out and smoke out sack after sack |
| Then bring it back, another 10 rounds by woods and we vacayin' in the back |
| Hop in the 'lac, another 28 grams be in hand til I lay low |
| Blew 'em back, on the eight, 20 keep my mind straight, gettin' head from my new |
| and my day ho |
| Ten packs of backwoods bitch that’s how my day go |
| Still got that loud pack bitch I’m on my J O |
| And my hoes don’t roll no swisher sweets cause they know |
| Ten packs of backwoods bitch that’s how my day go |