Front Bacc

Yeah, yeah
Back, uh, front, what? side, ya, side
Talkin' bout, front, look, back, whatcha, left, wanna, right, do
Up fee, down, uh, uh, oh, four, four

I ain't finna talk about stepping bro, I'ma keep it smooth
Ain't this the same feeling when Stella got back her groove
Poody quit playing 'cause stepping bro that's all you do
Ay, where you staring? We swing it then you gotta move
You want them to do it or me better pick and choose
They got me madder then a bitch, yeah, they done blew a fuse
I'm finna make that boy famous and put him on the news
'Cause if my life up on the line then I can't fucking lose

She like to suck me when I drive through the coupe on cruise
I had to swerve to the side 'cause I almost hit a dude
Like skrrt, hit the curve and I don't left a bruise
Get back in route and she proceed to eat me like some food
Like mmh, it's good, she taste it, she swallow, kids, she ate my, babies
No, I can't stop her, she going, crazy
They say it's murder, I don't know, maybe

My destination ain't too far, I hit another corner
I jump out on the block, it smell just like marijuana
When them crackers bend the curve, they get to starin Dona
'Cause if he jump, I grab the reefa and flush out all the zona
But let me get back to myself and talk about this drip
Juice still in my cup but let's not talk about the shit I spilled
This .40 paying rent 'cause everyday it stay up on my hip
I do 'em nasty, flip 'em like gymnastics .30 in this clip

Best believe me, if I up it shoot it off the rip
Hustle in my blood, you would think I'm some kin of Nip
Flew in from the O, now we in Cali had to take a trip
Get straight to business just like Frito Lay drop it off and then I dip
Like mmh, it's good, she taste it, she swallow, kids, she ate my, babies
No, I can't stop her, she going, crazy
They say it's murder, I don't know, maybe