Big Drake

Stribb On The Beat
Yeah
Go
Turn my vocals up some more
Ay
Yeah
Ay

You know big Drake flip cars and shit
Switchblade, rip off that bra on a bitch
Temp fade lining him up with the stick
Kim K reminding me of my lil bitch
Say Backdoor sleezy
This shit too easy
Caribbean we leaving
Just for the weekend
I was Shady Baby piecing
I'll never treason
Red key but no ignition fa the put the keys in

Pop that perc and click my heels
I'm in the trap spot
Them labels don't know shit about you
You ain't that hot
Big Boss C4 same old back block
Take away from all the haves
Give it to the have nots
I broke down all the halves
I can't fall I'll prolly scab
Make them birdies take a bath
Ay Percocet 30 take a half
Addy 30 take a half
I mix the potion science math
Math cus I need that pape up front
Free baby bruh out the junt
I been locked in for months now
All the runts running round
Nigga talk crazy bout the Shady
One Oh Eighty, gun him down
I'm the pound man
I'll front a pound
Front runner, run the town
I was a runner but I run it now
They tryna recreate my sound
I'm in love with them fuckin rubberbands
I got wrapped around
She was coming but I had other plans
So I bapped her down
Fuck the sheriff cus it's a new Big Back in town
I'm not caring these bitches gone be back around
Peep out the door
Like has the bitch left yet
Why you upset?
I'm Big Backdoor I cut the checks
I think this wok cut
Ima let this choppa cut his neck
Got 5000 percocets
It's fentanyl in that
All these bitches call me king
Nigga they kneel at that
And these bitches go out to eat
Make sure that bill correct
Big Boss Backdoor
Delete these niggas kill the set
I was just calling shit like Bellichek
High as fuck I teleported here
Im teleporting back
Wokhardt ion drink no fuckin beer
Bitch the fuck is that
Told the bitch to count all this pape
Put it all in stacks
Bitch might as well call this a date
Cus I'm fuckin next
Say 4 you got shìt in a chokehold
Snap they neck
For niggas that think that I won't do it
Nigga place ya bet
All the hard times
I went thru it, you can't take me back
I start shooting hit the deck
Section 8 like VL Deck
Come round me you'll need ya tec
Shit get technical
Bitch you fall then I'm not catching you
Loaded up cock back the tool
Spin back to back he made the news
Know what they say
God only watch the babies and the fools
And I'll stomp his face in fuckin Gucci shoes
Four

You know big Drake flip cars and shit
Switchblade, rip off that bra on a bitch
Temp fade lining him up with the stick
Kim K reminding me of my lil bitch



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Writer(s): Justin Bell, Michael Bryan
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