Back Off Me

Just like kobe I ball like a laker
Finding ways just to stack up the paper
Uncle still serving time in them cages
Got this shit from the bottom, the basement
Private jet going so many places
Give you all that I had and you wasted it
I just speak in the mic and I make hits
Where I'm from you should know we don't play fair

Might smoke your dead, put his ass in a coffin
She on my dick cause' she know that I'm balling
In my face told her back right up off me
Tryna get it, collect every dollar
Can't let em' get loose cause' my niggas be wylin
All my niggas they came from the bottom
In the streets so I gotta move smarter
Yea they hating they want me a target

I be hearing that they said it's war with us
And my auntie just got a new Bentley truck
Bae said she like all the ways that I don't give a fuck
They steady typing but never get up with us
Just got a check and I bet you I double up
It's a problem I'm sipping out double cup
He brought 10 to the table, that ain't enough
Smoking exotic these niggas be smoking huff

And it's crazy these bitches be sour
Need my advance can't get paid by the hour
Drip all on me take a sip of this fountain
Straight to the top know I'm climbing that mountain
These niggas be talking they know they ain't bout it
If I need a new bitch then you know that I'm scouting
No need for shouting
He was lost then I found him
Throw my shooter some bands bet he don't hit the rim

Might put a flood on my wrist
(Uh) might put a flood on my bitch
Might put some ice on my kids
If we get to the money make sure they exist
And I'm coaching the team I make sure we gon' blitz
When he out he act solid, in court he gon' snitch
Real and the fake don't mix
We gon' ball like the knicks
When it's all over just count all my hits
(When it's all over, when it's all over)
(Hard to be sober, hard to be sober)
(Count all my hits, count all my hits)
(GMG bitch, GMG bitch)

Just like kobe I ball like a laker
Finding ways just to stack up the paper
Uncle still serving time in them cages
Got this shit from the bottom, the basement
Private jet going so many places
Give you all that I had and you wasted it
I just speak in the mic and I make hits
Where I'm from you should know we don't play fair

Might smoke your dead, put his ass in a coffin
She on my dick cause' she know that I'm balling
In my face told her back right up off me
Tryna get it, collect every dollar
Can't let em' get loose cause' my niggas be wylin
All my niggas they came from the bottom
In the streets so I gotta move smarter
Yea they hating they want me a target



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Writer(s): Keshawn Forbes
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