Ay, ay, ay, ay
They say, they say, they say
(It's Sky, baby)
He ain't nothin' but a backwood roller
Dreads to my shoulder
I'ma do the dash if they try to pull me over
Shawty make it clap, pop that pussy, bend it over
Your bitch on my line and she beggin' me for closure
Droman, where you goin'
Probably sprintin' to the money
Laughin' to the bank cause I think this shit too funny
Droman, where you goin'
Probably sprintin' to the money
Laughin' to the bank cause I think this shit too funny
It be like Black Beemer, slidin
First class, flyin
How they let you through, nigga? You higher than the pilot
Shawty over there too thick, I wouldn't even trip if the bitch got mileage
Came through with the extras, they gon' have to read about it
Hop up out that motherf*cker, you can see it's cloudy
Bitch, I feel like Ali
I can move mountains
Please don't interrupt me when you see a nigga countin
I stay sucker free by keepin that f*ck shit from round me
He ain't nothin' but a backwood roller
Dreads to my shoulder
I'ma do the dash if they try to pull me over
Shawty make it clap, pop that pussy, bend it over
Your bitch on my line and she beggin' me for closure
Droman, where you goin'
Probably sprintin' to the money
Laughin' to the bank cause I think this shit too funny
Droman, where you goin'
Probably sprintin' to the money
Laughin' to the bank cause I think this shit too funny
Blue hundreds all in a rubber band
Mix it with the fifties
I'ma keep the ones just in case I'm feelin' tricky
Ayy, let's go hit the club
My lil' bitch just said she miss me
The Moet, get her mo' wet
When I tip her, she get tipsy
Mixin' shots of Casamigos
With some freak hoes and they dancin
Thinkin' bout expansion
A farm plus a mansion
Can you do me a favor
Go and pop it on a handstand
She said she smoke hookah,
It enhance it
But me, I'm just a
Backwood Roller
Dreads to my shoulder
I'ma do the dash
If they try to pull me over
Shawty make it clap
Pop that pussy, bend it over
Your bitch on my line
And she beggin' me for closure
Droman, where you goin'
Probably sprintin' to the money
Laughin' to the bank cause I think this shit too funny
Droman, where you goin'
Probably sprintin' to the money
Laughin' to the bank cause I think this shit too funny
Sky Davis - Backwood Roller Lyrics
Sky Davis - Backwood Roller Lyrics
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Ay, ay, ay, ay
They say, they say, they say
(It's Sky, baby)
He ain't nothin' but a backwood roller
Dreads to my shoulder
I'ma do the dash if they try to pull me over
Shawty make it clap, pop that pussy, bend it over
Your bitch on my line and she beggin' me for closure
Droman, where you goin'
Probably sprintin' to the money
Laughin' to the bank cause I think this shit too funny
Droman, where you goin'
Probably sprintin' to the money
Laughin' to the bank cause I think this shit too funny
It be like Black Beemer, slidin
First class, flyin
How they let you through, nigga? You higher than the pilot
Shawty over there too thick, I wouldn't even trip if the bitch got mileage
Came through with the extras, they gon' have to read about it
Hop up out that motherf*cker, you can see it's cloudy
Bitch, I feel like Ali
I can move mountains
Please don't interrupt me when you see a nigga countin
I stay sucker free by keepin that f*ck shit from round me
He ain't nothin' but a backwood roller
Dreads to my shoulder
I'ma do the dash if they try to pull me over
Shawty make it clap, pop that pussy, bend it over
Your bitch on my line and she beggin' me for closure
Droman, where you goin'
Probably sprintin' to the money
Laughin' to the bank cause I think this shit too funny
Droman, where you goin'
Probably sprintin' to the money
Laughin' to the bank cause I think this shit too funny
Blue hundreds all in a rubber band
Mix it with the fifties
I'ma keep the ones just in case I'm feelin' tricky
Ayy, let's go hit the club
My lil' bitch just said she miss me
The Moet, get her mo' wet
When I tip her, she get tipsy
Mixin' shots of Casamigos
With some freak hoes and they dancin
Thinkin' bout expansion
A farm plus a mansion
Can you do me a favor
Go and pop it on a handstand
She said she smoke hookah,
It enhance it
But me, I'm just a
Backwood Roller
Dreads to my shoulder
I'ma do the dash
If they try to pull me over
Shawty make it clap
Pop that pussy, bend it over
Your bitch on my line
And she beggin' me for closure
Droman, where you goin'
Probably sprintin' to the money
Laughin' to the bank cause I think this shit too funny
Droman, where you goin'
Probably sprintin' to the money
Laughin' to the bank cause I think this shit too funny
They say, they say, they say
(It's Sky, baby)
He ain't nothin' but a backwood roller
Dreads to my shoulder
I'ma do the dash if they try to pull me over
Shawty make it clap, pop that pussy, bend it over
Your bitch on my line and she beggin' me for closure
Droman, where you goin'
Probably sprintin' to the money
Laughin' to the bank cause I think this shit too funny
Droman, where you goin'
Probably sprintin' to the money
Laughin' to the bank cause I think this shit too funny
It be like Black Beemer, slidin
First class, flyin
How they let you through, nigga? You higher than the pilot
Shawty over there too thick, I wouldn't even trip if the bitch got mileage
Came through with the extras, they gon' have to read about it
Hop up out that motherf*cker, you can see it's cloudy
Bitch, I feel like Ali
I can move mountains
Please don't interrupt me when you see a nigga countin
I stay sucker free by keepin that f*ck shit from round me
He ain't nothin' but a backwood roller
Dreads to my shoulder
I'ma do the dash if they try to pull me over
Shawty make it clap, pop that pussy, bend it over
Your bitch on my line and she beggin' me for closure
Droman, where you goin'
Probably sprintin' to the money
Laughin' to the bank cause I think this shit too funny
Droman, where you goin'
Probably sprintin' to the money
Laughin' to the bank cause I think this shit too funny
Blue hundreds all in a rubber band
Mix it with the fifties
I'ma keep the ones just in case I'm feelin' tricky
Ayy, let's go hit the club
My lil' bitch just said she miss me
The Moet, get her mo' wet
When I tip her, she get tipsy
Mixin' shots of Casamigos
With some freak hoes and they dancin
Thinkin' bout expansion
A farm plus a mansion
Can you do me a favor
Go and pop it on a handstand
She said she smoke hookah,
It enhance it
But me, I'm just a
Backwood Roller
Dreads to my shoulder
I'ma do the dash
If they try to pull me over
Shawty make it clap
Pop that pussy, bend it over
Your bitch on my line
And she beggin' me for closure
Droman, where you goin'
Probably sprintin' to the money
Laughin' to the bank cause I think this shit too funny
Droman, where you goin'
Probably sprintin' to the money
Laughin' to the bank cause I think this shit too funny
Writer: Taurean Wynn
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