Backdoe

How you fuck with me, but on Facebook I see the shit you post
When you come around, take your phone Can't take no picture, you do the most
Pussy nigga, you can't fuck with me, got power like I'm ghost
In the booth, this shit come off the head, none of my shit be wrote (on God)

You can hug me, but that makeup bitch don't get it on my coat
Need a band for a feature, need 4 mo for a show
Ion fuck with clubs no more, but if I go through the back door
I'd rather be in the yo with twenty hoes and smoke my dope

I been poppin' shit fasho everybody know it You gon' get popped too, think Ian got my blick, cause Ion show it
If you tryna drink, ain't got no double cup, don't even pull it
I got hoes in every state that's waiting on me to go on tour

I stay fresh as fuck, cause Ion shop up in the mall
When I hop inside that trackhawk, drifting shit just like I'm Paul (skrrrtt)
My bitch got a bad ass group of friends, I wanna fuck em all
When I fuck ha from the back, I pull a wig till it come off

From the South I'm up in Cali, bitches love the way I talk
Ian stressin', bitch, I'm happy, I just let the haters talk
Thought I was finna be a daddy, this bitch prank me cut her off
Now I'm cruisin' in a Caddy, bitches tryna stop and talk

But I can't talk, lil' bitch, get back
You wasn't tryna fuck when me and bro was splitting a KitKat
Tough ass nigga tryna lift weights, get shot in your 6 pack
Hop on any beat with any nigga, this shit a mismatch

Ian been gone too long, but bitch, I'm back
How you fuck with me, but on Facebook, I see the shit you post
When you come around, take your phone, can't take no picture, you do the most
Pussy nigga, you can't fuck with me, got power like I'm Ghost

In the booth, this shit come out the head, none of my shit be wrong
You can hug me, but that makeup, bitch, don't get it on my coat
Need a band for a feature, need 4 mo for a show
I don't fuck with clothes no more, but if I go through the back door

I rather be in the yo with twenty hoes and smoke my dope
Smokin' gas, smokin' reefer, you fuck my bitch, you can keep her (keep that hoe)
High as fuck, top of the bleachers, need a band for a feature
In the booth, go crazy like retarded, shit hot like a fever

I fuck my bitch, I teach her, bend her over and make her knees weaker
Talk to her just like a preacher, she screamin' when I go deeper
Squirter not a creamer, legs shakin' like she havin' a seizure
Why it's hard to find a bitch I need, I speak guapanese

When I piss, that shit be pure codeine
Can't fear no nigga, we all bleed the same
All my life, never been lame, I've been through the storm and rain
Somehow I still maintain, lost my nigga and went insane

You left, shit ain't been the same, you walkin' around with twenty bands
That shit, just change, on some different, shit, I'm tryna buy a plane
Pay the fee, can't give free game, in the drive-thru gettin' brain
Put in work, you get a chain, in a Tesla switchin' lanes
This bitch drive itself, Cartier's, I got every pair
Ain't got shit to share when I needed you
You wasn't there, ran it up by myself
Pussy nigga, Ion need help, I'll step myself

Bae do what I say and do it right, or you gettin' left
Ian catchin' feelings, I catch flights, I'll text you when I'm there
I been up all night, singin', rappin' in a chair
The whole gang got a pipe, bitch, I bet we get in there

Walk in the room, shit get bright like a light bulb
Bitch, I swear, they like, how the fuck he pop shit every night
This shit ain't fair, Ian tryna rush my life
Fuck the elevator, I'll take the stairs

Too nonchalant Ion care
I made bands off shipping mail
Ian een have to use a scale



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Writer(s): Kristopher Lucious
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