Bacc Home
I been in the streets all day, bringing it back home (sheesh)
Lil baby, I'll be the back bone
For you, waiting by the black phone (black phone)
I'm not the nigga tryna latch on
So I'm in the streets all day
Gotta get it on my own (yeah, yeah)
By my lone
Waiting by the black phone
But, I gotta flip it til I'm back home
Flip it til I'm back up
I gotta bust it down and beat the pack up
We gon' bust it down and fuck them racks up
She gon' pull up on you when you act up
I'm in the streets and pulling MAC up
It's a marathon, I'm tryna lap up, for you
'Cause I know you need it
He ain't gone fuck on you like I'm gon' beat it
Imma bust it down until you walk different
Dog in it really do it like how I'm talking it
And if it slap, then Imma drop you, got me all winded
Dawg, hold my glock, 'cause I'm gon' shoot it if I'm drawing it
It just the way I live my life, it ain't no fraud in it
And we gone fuck some money up, this shit ain't all business
No I ain't gon' answer the phone if they calling it
They won't knock me off my feet, can you suck me till I'm sleep?
I been in the streets all day, bringing it back home (sheesh)
Lil baby, I'll be the back bone
For you, waiting by the black phone (black phone)
I'm not the nigga tryna latch on
So I'm in the streets all day
Gotta get it on my own (yeah, yeah)
By my lone
Waiting by the black phone
But, I gotta flip it til I'm back home
Yea, and the money don't chase itself no cap
Got me up, calling your cell phone back
If I'm out thuggin with 12, don't stress
I put up something for bail, to bounce back
Don't trip, I'm in the field like that
'Cause I been about a bag and it's still like that for you
I'm a risk taker
The don dada, rude boy, rule breaker
Life's a gamble, but still I'm a dice shaker
I gotta do my little dirty, get fly later
I'm tryna bust you down, straight ice glacier
And you know you deserve to flex
You perfect, blessed
You ain't gotta ask, cause the word is yes
You know where it's at, take my word for that
If I take a loss, gotta earn it back
I been in the streets all day, bringing it back home (back home)
Lil baby, I'll be the back bone, (back bone)
For you, waiting by the black phone (black phone)
I'm not the nigga tryna latch on
So I'm in the streets all day
Gotta get it on my own (yeah, yeah)
By my lone
Waiting by the blacc phone
But, I gotta flip it til I'm back home
Lil baby, I'll be the back bone
For you, waiting by the black phone (black phone)
I'm not the nigga tryna latch on
So I'm in the streets all day
Gotta get it on my own (yeah, yeah)
By my lone
Waiting by the black phone
But, I gotta flip it til I'm back home
Flip it til I'm back up
I gotta bust it down and beat the pack up
We gon' bust it down and fuck them racks up
She gon' pull up on you when you act up
I'm in the streets and pulling MAC up
It's a marathon, I'm tryna lap up, for you
'Cause I know you need it
He ain't gone fuck on you like I'm gon' beat it
Imma bust it down until you walk different
Dog in it really do it like how I'm talking it
And if it slap, then Imma drop you, got me all winded
Dawg, hold my glock, 'cause I'm gon' shoot it if I'm drawing it
It just the way I live my life, it ain't no fraud in it
And we gone fuck some money up, this shit ain't all business
No I ain't gon' answer the phone if they calling it
They won't knock me off my feet, can you suck me till I'm sleep?
I been in the streets all day, bringing it back home (sheesh)
Lil baby, I'll be the back bone
For you, waiting by the black phone (black phone)
I'm not the nigga tryna latch on
So I'm in the streets all day
Gotta get it on my own (yeah, yeah)
By my lone
Waiting by the black phone
But, I gotta flip it til I'm back home
Yea, and the money don't chase itself no cap
Got me up, calling your cell phone back
If I'm out thuggin with 12, don't stress
I put up something for bail, to bounce back
Don't trip, I'm in the field like that
'Cause I been about a bag and it's still like that for you
I'm a risk taker
The don dada, rude boy, rule breaker
Life's a gamble, but still I'm a dice shaker
I gotta do my little dirty, get fly later
I'm tryna bust you down, straight ice glacier
And you know you deserve to flex
You perfect, blessed
You ain't gotta ask, cause the word is yes
You know where it's at, take my word for that
If I take a loss, gotta earn it back
I been in the streets all day, bringing it back home (back home)
Lil baby, I'll be the back bone, (back bone)
For you, waiting by the black phone (black phone)
I'm not the nigga tryna latch on
So I'm in the streets all day
Gotta get it on my own (yeah, yeah)
By my lone
Waiting by the blacc phone
But, I gotta flip it til I'm back home
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Dean Burdette, Brandon Rainey
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