Backends
Need all the backends trying count me a hundred
Swerve on a highway
I'm ducking the undies
She said I'm official
I told her it nothing
You mentioning money you know that I'm coming
Hanging around bosses don't talk no discussion
Really live in the studio ain't no need to be rushing
Bad lil ma with me no nut but I'm bussin
He moving real funny that boy up to something
Kayy right back at it make niggas regret it
You can't hide forever leave holes in his fitted
We riding together take down the whole city
We get them together his best man turned fifty
Nigga get in my water he bound to drown
Once I see I can't trust you no coming around
I'm stepping on niggas don't walk on the ground
Had to dog that little hoe can't play me like a clown
They saying king of the city got bigger dreams
Whip out the ghost joint make a real nigga scream
Bro kicked back I went front that's a double team
Just dropped again it's everything go and stream
Can't let a nigga take nothing I earned
Heat up his top give that nigga perm
Don't play with my money spin blocks like big worm
Keep watching me but I'm not your concern
I only fear god y'all niggas not a threat
Don't come at me wild nigga better show respect
I know they steady watching staydown and get a check
Yea it's still up I ain't ducking no wreck
I got some sneaky shooters
I don't got to do nothing
I'm lit by myself need ur gang to be hugging
We stay with the za cause it really be nothing
The uno no dos yea we really be stuntin'
Not with the bluffing y'all cop that
Ride in a uu he can't get his car back
She want be a thot so I fall back
Flag on the play thought he scored
Bring the ball back
And we can get lit y'all ain't on that
Grip in my pants hell of bands
So u know it's fat
She keep trying dance where the pole at
Ain't no big thirty pull up in a scat pack
It's open season we hunting go get them
You claim that's your man then you got to go with em
Can't switch on my brothers no good
Can't go round your way u no good in your hood
Backdoor a goofy I could really should
Be rich in a year everything understood
When Taco feel lit that boy stuffing a wood
When I get the money my family we good
Swerve on a highway
I'm ducking the undies
She said I'm official
I told her it nothing
You mentioning money you know that I'm coming
Hanging around bosses don't talk no discussion
Really live in the studio ain't no need to be rushing
Bad lil ma with me no nut but I'm bussin
He moving real funny that boy up to something
Kayy right back at it make niggas regret it
You can't hide forever leave holes in his fitted
We riding together take down the whole city
We get them together his best man turned fifty
Nigga get in my water he bound to drown
Once I see I can't trust you no coming around
I'm stepping on niggas don't walk on the ground
Had to dog that little hoe can't play me like a clown
They saying king of the city got bigger dreams
Whip out the ghost joint make a real nigga scream
Bro kicked back I went front that's a double team
Just dropped again it's everything go and stream
Can't let a nigga take nothing I earned
Heat up his top give that nigga perm
Don't play with my money spin blocks like big worm
Keep watching me but I'm not your concern
I only fear god y'all niggas not a threat
Don't come at me wild nigga better show respect
I know they steady watching staydown and get a check
Yea it's still up I ain't ducking no wreck
I got some sneaky shooters
I don't got to do nothing
I'm lit by myself need ur gang to be hugging
We stay with the za cause it really be nothing
The uno no dos yea we really be stuntin'
Not with the bluffing y'all cop that
Ride in a uu he can't get his car back
She want be a thot so I fall back
Flag on the play thought he scored
Bring the ball back
And we can get lit y'all ain't on that
Grip in my pants hell of bands
So u know it's fat
She keep trying dance where the pole at
Ain't no big thirty pull up in a scat pack
It's open season we hunting go get them
You claim that's your man then you got to go with em
Can't switch on my brothers no good
Can't go round your way u no good in your hood
Backdoor a goofy I could really should
Be rich in a year everything understood
When Taco feel lit that boy stuffing a wood
When I get the money my family we good
Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Scott
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