[Intro] (Sounds of chips getting eaten) 'Aight lets do the shit
[Verse 1] Gon' grab that fifth, grab that eighth Got what you need, blow that dope, don't get too high From the Third Coast to the West Coast, come take this ride Let me tell the tale of how I got turned Scott Over one lost trip to the sky Let me tell the tale cause you told the tale When you said I could make it this high Who knew? God dammit who knew? The grass ain't greener on the other side, it's just blue You can really identify when you lookin' in your eyes You ready to ride, that's true When they look in my eyes, they see that roll How Scotty entired that juice Had my back against that wall Every time I felt so cold My daddy ain't comin' home 'til fall That's why my pimp game so moist Had that du-rag and all Had a 20 year old bitch in high school Wasn't no tellin' what Travy might do On the south side of that HOU Hollup, let's take it back to that room No car but still had drop Just a hundred niggas standin' outside Life's a beach with lot of sand on the lot I'ma ride for all of my niggas They forever here by my side It was just 8 niggas in a two bedroom No leg room, that was last June, yeah yeah
[Refrain] Yeah yeah forreal Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga Let it be known, yeah it's that real Yeah yeah forreal Forreal Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real Yeah, forreal
[Hook x2] Backyard, we chillin' Backyard, we drinkin', smokin' Homie brought out the liquor Backyard, we gettin' high Backyard, we chillin' Backyard, we smokin', drinkin' Backyard, we gettin' high
[Verse 2] Verses, one day you'll find your purpose Now my show's packed out like churches Fans never missin' out a word on the verses Never sit around, just workin', it was worth it That [?], I deserve it Lord knows we don't get tired, did more dirt than a derby Momma worked for AT&T and we still ain't get that service She stayed in/out the hospital, you know that made me nervous Still step out the house to smell so fresh, fresh like detergent If a bitch don't want me, don't you still got my [?] And you can keep the [?] Call Erbie No house light on, cop light on, fuck this journey You heard me, you heard me Now swervin', hittin' [?] And my nigga, my nigga came home so it just got real