backstreetboy
Yeah, stole her mushrooms, hoe, you see my brain
Polygon nigga, she said hit it in the angle
Faded Balmains, she gon' put me as an angel
Know the father name, I'm like Icarus and Abel
I can tell, heaven callin' my name
Name ringin' in hell, anti freeze in the veins and thrax come in the mail
Candy paint, twisted rings with alize
Mannequins fill the room right when I enter
Write it ink, put my dick on a different schedule
Money embezzled, now I'm braggin on another level
You fuck with the devil, but a nigga like me is better
Hoe you ain't special, but I'm treatin you special
Call me Ash Ketchum, winning these medals
Told you do better, but I wouldn't let you
I'm offa tea kettle, should run for a election
I'm shoot like Beckham, call it a hat trick
I'm a backstreet boy, I know what I want
Ain't gotta ask, yeah, I'm doin' shit these niggas don't
They tryna tag me, I act like I ain't see it
They tried to kill me, they must've saw the bleedin
Yeah, I'm a backstreet boy, tell me what you thought
Yeah, I'm a backstreet boy, still pimpin' parking lot
Yeah, I'm a backstreet boy, I'm probably with your daughter
Yeah, I'm a backstreet boy, she call me Nick Carter
I'm at the Pewter City Gym flexing on them, getting my badges
I swear it ain't no method to it, baby, it's just madness
It really don't matter unless you keep that shit in balance
It really don't matter, cause these niggas ain't a challenge
You ain't gotta like it, these niggas wanna hand out, read they palms just like a psychic
They probably send me to Valhalla, living like a Viking
Hope ya BM hold her breath, you know I'm swimming with a trident
Atlantic City, got my niggas in here with me
Expensive lenses, gotta spend to see the vision
You know what I'm sipping, this shit is exquisite
See I'm living nothing like these peon niggas
She play with that keltec, it match with her nailset
Blunt smoke got me smelling fresh
Might hop out the hellcat have I been to Hell yet
I can't really tell yet, mind screwed like a nail head
I'm on psychedelics, I can see the future, I'm telling
I'm a backstreet boy, I know what I want
Ain't gotta ask, get em doing shit these niggas don't
They try to tag me, I act like I ain't see it
They tried to kill me, they must've saw the bleeding
Yeah I'm a backstreet boy, tell me what you thought
Yeah I'm a backstreet boy, still pimpin parking lot
Yeah I'm a backstreet boy, I'm probably with your daughter
Yeah I'm a backstreet boy, she call me Nick Carter
Polygon nigga, she said hit it in the angle
Faded Balmains, she gon' put me as an angel
Know the father name, I'm like Icarus and Abel
I can tell, heaven callin' my name
Name ringin' in hell, anti freeze in the veins and thrax come in the mail
Candy paint, twisted rings with alize
Mannequins fill the room right when I enter
Write it ink, put my dick on a different schedule
Money embezzled, now I'm braggin on another level
You fuck with the devil, but a nigga like me is better
Hoe you ain't special, but I'm treatin you special
Call me Ash Ketchum, winning these medals
Told you do better, but I wouldn't let you
I'm offa tea kettle, should run for a election
I'm shoot like Beckham, call it a hat trick
I'm a backstreet boy, I know what I want
Ain't gotta ask, yeah, I'm doin' shit these niggas don't
They tryna tag me, I act like I ain't see it
They tried to kill me, they must've saw the bleedin
Yeah, I'm a backstreet boy, tell me what you thought
Yeah, I'm a backstreet boy, still pimpin' parking lot
Yeah, I'm a backstreet boy, I'm probably with your daughter
Yeah, I'm a backstreet boy, she call me Nick Carter
I'm at the Pewter City Gym flexing on them, getting my badges
I swear it ain't no method to it, baby, it's just madness
It really don't matter unless you keep that shit in balance
It really don't matter, cause these niggas ain't a challenge
You ain't gotta like it, these niggas wanna hand out, read they palms just like a psychic
They probably send me to Valhalla, living like a Viking
Hope ya BM hold her breath, you know I'm swimming with a trident
Atlantic City, got my niggas in here with me
Expensive lenses, gotta spend to see the vision
You know what I'm sipping, this shit is exquisite
See I'm living nothing like these peon niggas
She play with that keltec, it match with her nailset
Blunt smoke got me smelling fresh
Might hop out the hellcat have I been to Hell yet
I can't really tell yet, mind screwed like a nail head
I'm on psychedelics, I can see the future, I'm telling
I'm a backstreet boy, I know what I want
Ain't gotta ask, get em doing shit these niggas don't
They try to tag me, I act like I ain't see it
They tried to kill me, they must've saw the bleeding
Yeah I'm a backstreet boy, tell me what you thought
Yeah I'm a backstreet boy, still pimpin parking lot
Yeah I'm a backstreet boy, I'm probably with your daughter
Yeah I'm a backstreet boy, she call me Nick Carter
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Writer(s): Kel Bryant
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