backends
(Hey, lotus)
Backends, get my motherfucking backends
I made her back bend, and then I pulled up on the gang like what is happening?
No I cannot fuck with that bitch, she ain't want me back then
But now she all up on my dick, I got them racks in
Roll up on that boy okay
Headshot, leave him dead broad day
I ain't fucking, she using a toy, okay
I got a Glock at your nose lil' boy
When I run up you won't even know lil' boy
I heard you shopping at Kohl's, lil' boy
I didn't know you was broke, lil' boy
Go get your racks up
Told your bitch turn around and back up
You a bitch need to call your backup
And your man's down, go pick your man's up
Like who the fuck is you?
I fucked your bitch she say she miss you too
I got a Glock I hit you in your tooth
And I got your bitch, I buy her Jimmy Choo
So I'm gone roll up on that boy okay
Headshot, leave him dead broad day
I ain't fucking, she using a toy, okay
I got a Glock at your nose lil' boy
When I run up you won't even know lil' boy
I heard you shopping at Kohl's, lil' boy
I didn't know you was broke, lil' boy
Backends, get my motherfucking backends
I made her back bend, and then I pulled up on the gang like what is happening?
No I cannot fuck with that bitch, she ain't want me back then
But now she all up on my dick, I got them racks in
(Racks in, racks in)
(Racks in, racks in)
Backends, get my motherfucking backends
I made her back bend, and then I pulled up on the gang like what is happening?
No I cannot fuck with that bitch, she ain't want me back then
But now she all up on my dick, I got them racks in
Roll up on that boy okay
Headshot, leave him dead broad day
I ain't fucking, she using a toy, okay
I got a Glock at your nose lil' boy
When I run up you won't even know lil' boy
I heard you shopping at Kohl's, lil' boy
I didn't know you was broke, lil' boy
Go get your racks up
Told your bitch turn around and back up
You a bitch need to call your backup
And your man's down, go pick your man's up
Like who the fuck is you?
I fucked your bitch she say she miss you too
I got a Glock I hit you in your tooth
And I got your bitch, I buy her Jimmy Choo
So I'm gone roll up on that boy okay
Headshot, leave him dead broad day
I ain't fucking, she using a toy, okay
I got a Glock at your nose lil' boy
When I run up you won't even know lil' boy
I heard you shopping at Kohl's, lil' boy
I didn't know you was broke, lil' boy
Backends, get my motherfucking backends
I made her back bend, and then I pulled up on the gang like what is happening?
No I cannot fuck with that bitch, she ain't want me back then
But now she all up on my dick, I got them racks in
(Racks in, racks in)
(Racks in, racks in)
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Writer(s): Austin Mann
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