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Stribb On The Beat
Ay
Big Ol Backdoor he only come out winter
Still count that up get splinters
BP truck can't get us
Beep Beep
Bitch get the fuck out the way
And the shooters the trappers the robbers
And all the door kickers they do what I say
You know what they say
Pop you a percocet
Double the cup keep the doctors away
He got hit with a stray
From the cradle, take that shit to the grave
Stack that paper till I'm old and I'm gray
First I fucked her
Now she calling me bae
And you get ran over, you in my way
In a Range Rover, SVR with a K
Got a hangover
I been drinking all day
Pop off the balcony I hang over
So I hate being sober
Bitch don't get in the way of this chocha
Soon as I give the okay they gone ghost ya
Two missing posters
Him and his chauffeur
I just start shooting
I'm getting in close ups
In the paint but I ain't do a post up
Ten Eighty just like Rockefeller
No no no
Not the label the man
Why he hop out the car with the k in his hands
Never signed I didn't take no advance
Finna go hit the road and come back with the bands
It was water the Shady
The pieces, the dance
I done warned em, I'm coming back for revenge
Put his life and his fate in my hands
Getting in getting out you successful
The bitch just wore me out we wrestled
I don't give a fuck how it fold like a pretzel
I still need my bread
And later on this evening
Turn grim reap again
Black on black Trackhawk
It's speeding in, ain't got no reasoning
Third time fuckin up tires
Big Back Blocker see that in my eyes
Had to go tell the bitch I'm the prize
It was bros over hoes
Putting money fore' all of the guys
The house been haunted ever since he arrived
I serve all zombies, take ones and fives
House got a big gate I'm not Plies
Bitch left me said I had too many tries
But I couldn't give a fuck bout da bitch
Count the money my hands start to itch
Stuff her nose with the coke and the fent
Niggas rerocking the block with the hit
Fuck the police they not stopping this shìt
What's the difference between a lil cop
And a bitch
Looked at him like he was gay
When he say
He got 30 shots cocked in a dick
Extensions, but we still call em stendos
And lil bitch I was ballin' like Jim Jones
She gone drive all the bricks to the end zone
Call that bitch tell that bitch bring the kids home
Jr singing this shit like a kid song
I was high as a fuck how I get home
First I fucked her jumped back in the friend zone
Backdoor
Ay
Big Ol Backdoor he only come out winter
Still count that up get splinters
BP truck can't get us
Beep Beep
Bitch get the fuck out the way
And the shooters the trappers the robbers
And all the door kickers they do what I say
You know what they say
Pop you a percocet
Double the cup keep the doctors away
He got hit with a stray
From the cradle, take that shit to the grave
Stack that paper till I'm old and I'm gray
First I fucked her
Now she calling me bae
And you get ran over, you in my way
In a Range Rover, SVR with a K
Got a hangover
I been drinking all day
Pop off the balcony I hang over
So I hate being sober
Bitch don't get in the way of this chocha
Soon as I give the okay they gone ghost ya
Two missing posters
Him and his chauffeur
I just start shooting
I'm getting in close ups
In the paint but I ain't do a post up
Ten Eighty just like Rockefeller
No no no
Not the label the man
Why he hop out the car with the k in his hands
Never signed I didn't take no advance
Finna go hit the road and come back with the bands
It was water the Shady
The pieces, the dance
I done warned em, I'm coming back for revenge
Put his life and his fate in my hands
Getting in getting out you successful
The bitch just wore me out we wrestled
I don't give a fuck how it fold like a pretzel
I still need my bread
And later on this evening
Turn grim reap again
Black on black Trackhawk
It's speeding in, ain't got no reasoning
Third time fuckin up tires
Big Back Blocker see that in my eyes
Had to go tell the bitch I'm the prize
It was bros over hoes
Putting money fore' all of the guys
The house been haunted ever since he arrived
I serve all zombies, take ones and fives
House got a big gate I'm not Plies
Bitch left me said I had too many tries
But I couldn't give a fuck bout da bitch
Count the money my hands start to itch
Stuff her nose with the coke and the fent
Niggas rerocking the block with the hit
Fuck the police they not stopping this shìt
What's the difference between a lil cop
And a bitch
Looked at him like he was gay
When he say
He got 30 shots cocked in a dick
Extensions, but we still call em stendos
And lil bitch I was ballin' like Jim Jones
She gone drive all the bricks to the end zone
Call that bitch tell that bitch bring the kids home
Jr singing this shit like a kid song
I was high as a fuck how I get home
First I fucked her jumped back in the friend zone
Backdoor
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Writer(s): Bryan Michael Stribling, Michael Mcwhite, Justin Bell
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