Budd Dwyer - Lacombe lyrics

[Verse 1: Yung Mutt] Rolling backwoods in the back of the 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 cutting 7 foreign who*es ho Me and Smurf got a f**ing problem Slick took too much Neurontin Now his f**ing head is throbbing Feeling wavy like the f**ing coast Popped one then gave two to Ghost Grey the suicidal host [Verse 2: $crim] I'm smoking dope ay b**h you know that I'm that f**ing junkie b**hes tryna f** me lucky if I let 'em s** me Smoking Cadillac dope 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 2 you get it for the 3 Everytime I hit the scene these hoes is all on me Everytime I'm sipping lean I usually got it free [Verse 3: Black Smurf] It's Hustle til I D(ie) 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? Yo 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 [?] physical My 10 pack of gorilla with bullets the size of missiles My pimp hand [?] Come to my Hustle family it's over I blow the whistle