Backwards

Aye
Move out the way
I got some places to be
I got some niggas to feed
Bitches to breed
Nigga you know where I be
Out on the street
Smoking some weed
Gotta release all the stress in my head
Gotta put all of these niggas to bed
Gotta chase all of this motherfucking bread
Look
Money's not an issue
I suggest you go find god cause nobody is gonna bless you
I had to grind for all the things I got and it was stressful
Like what
Like how
When I spin nigga you gonna go down
Bow
Yeah you in the ground now

Like bitch move back uh, I'm trying to count my stacks uh
Like bitch move back uh, I'm trying to get these racks
Like bitch move back back back
I'm tryna get to my damn bag
Like bitch move back back back
I said move back back back yeah

I'm in that beamer bitch
Going 60
And I'm on the street you know I'm wearing all balenci
Nigga tried to warn me but I don't give a fuck
Cause if a nigga try to steal
Boom
Knuck if you buck
My team on top lil bitch don't get it twisted
If I pull up on yo block lil nigga we gonna get to blicking
That nigga a bitch he saw my V and he just started shitting
Took a thot out the streets and she could not stop licking (Like, Like)

Like bitch move back I'm trying to count all my damn stacks look
Like bitch move back I'm trying to get to these damn racks
Like bitch move back back back
I'm tryna get to my damn bag
Like bitch move back back back
I said move back back back yeah

Look
It's CB up on track
Uh
Lil bitch don't wanna get whacked
Uh
I got the stick and the gat
Uh
Fuck with my bitch you gonna die
Yeah
You know I got all the ties
Yeah
Just heard my mans tell a lie
Yeah
Saw him get dropped on the live
Damn



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Writer(s): Clarson Balan
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