Of Course
(Stribb on the beat)
I said of course
She said she wanna come
I said of course
Said I wanted to do it
Set a course
Switch from a Trackhawk to a Porsche
I was going North
Like in New York
On the clear port
My snow bunny snort
They ready to die about this shit and go to court
You the chosen one
Why you think you chosen for?
My bitch so fucking bad
You might she's an escort
See the jakes I hit the torque
I been up off the porch
Their trying to make me go on tour
Told my bitch what's mines is yours
Fuck the opps they die in 4's
30 for 30 I was backdoor Forbes
Backdoor, backdoor, backdoor
Don't fall into the trap though
Remember I was trappin in Chataeu
Remember I named myself Baby El Gato
Trackhawk from a Scat tho
Knowin I'ma call my baby, Baby Backdoor
Maybe I'm crazy for that though
Remember I came through the backdoor
My plain jane Pigueto
She got Tom Ford Stilettos
I was growin out the concretes in the ghetto
Trying to influence more
But they was stuck in the streets
And would not let go
Millionaire prepared to give the streets
And all the ghettos
Once I talk they listen
Play position and don't let go
I said of course
She said she wanna come
I said of course
Said I wanted to do it
Set a course
Switch from a Trackhawk to a Porsche
I was going North
Like in New York
On the clear port
My snow bunnies snort
They ready to die about this shit and go to court
You the chosen one
Why you think you chosen for?
You should order some
More than one
Go to war for this shit
I care bout this deeply
Songs on repeat
Trackhawk beep beep
N****s gone hate me
"Who is that bitch he with Lil KP?"
The stick gone kick, don"t play me
It don't take no rocket science
To figure your bitch with me on daily
Love my glock like Marshal love his Haley
Lil bitty bitch, I'm concentrating
Ol' Big Backdoor gone turn into a monster
Make me
Really just compensate me
No C4 a bomb don't detonate me
Don't connect no safety
Knowing I'ma slam that bitch like Tracy
R.I.P. Anthony not Casey
I said of course
She said she wanna come
I said of course
Said I wanted to do it
Set a course
Switch from a Trackhawk to a Porsche
I was going North
Like in New York
On the clear port
My snow bunnies snort
They ready to die about this shit and go to court
You the chosen one
Why you think you chosen for?
I said of course
She said she wanna come
I said of course
Said I wanted to do it
Set a course
Switch from a Trackhawk to a Porsche
I was going North
Like in New York
On the clear port
My snow bunny snort
They ready to die about this shit and go to court
You the chosen one
Why you think you chosen for?
My bitch so fucking bad
You might she's an escort
See the jakes I hit the torque
I been up off the porch
Their trying to make me go on tour
Told my bitch what's mines is yours
Fuck the opps they die in 4's
30 for 30 I was backdoor Forbes
Backdoor, backdoor, backdoor
Don't fall into the trap though
Remember I was trappin in Chataeu
Remember I named myself Baby El Gato
Trackhawk from a Scat tho
Knowin I'ma call my baby, Baby Backdoor
Maybe I'm crazy for that though
Remember I came through the backdoor
My plain jane Pigueto
She got Tom Ford Stilettos
I was growin out the concretes in the ghetto
Trying to influence more
But they was stuck in the streets
And would not let go
Millionaire prepared to give the streets
And all the ghettos
Once I talk they listen
Play position and don't let go
I said of course
She said she wanna come
I said of course
Said I wanted to do it
Set a course
Switch from a Trackhawk to a Porsche
I was going North
Like in New York
On the clear port
My snow bunnies snort
They ready to die about this shit and go to court
You the chosen one
Why you think you chosen for?
You should order some
More than one
Go to war for this shit
I care bout this deeply
Songs on repeat
Trackhawk beep beep
N****s gone hate me
"Who is that bitch he with Lil KP?"
The stick gone kick, don"t play me
It don't take no rocket science
To figure your bitch with me on daily
Love my glock like Marshal love his Haley
Lil bitty bitch, I'm concentrating
Ol' Big Backdoor gone turn into a monster
Make me
Really just compensate me
No C4 a bomb don't detonate me
Don't connect no safety
Knowing I'ma slam that bitch like Tracy
R.I.P. Anthony not Casey
I said of course
She said she wanna come
I said of course
Said I wanted to do it
Set a course
Switch from a Trackhawk to a Porsche
I was going North
Like in New York
On the clear port
My snow bunnies snort
They ready to die about this shit and go to court
You the chosen one
Why you think you chosen for?
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Writer(s): Justin Bell, Michael Bryan
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