In The Back
I got FL up on the Mac
Got some homies making stacks
I swear to god still tryna get my brother on a track
If you say we good go with that
I'm smelling blood, I attack
If you ain't ok with that I got more homies in the back (Woo)
Waiter he be seating me
Women? Like em Lebanese
Momma copped a GMC
Caught the bug for finer things
Bitches call me to take em out like dominos
I be living life shit be crazy you know how it go
Shoutout to Mo I hope she still stripping on the booty pole
I'm with the F.V.E up in the studio
Not thinking far ahead na I don't see it through
That bitch got a top on but hold up I can see it through (right through that shit)
Ya yaboi be airy feeling breezy my girl
I know the flow be dirty I be feeling greasy my girl
Ya a couple puffs gone make you feel way different my girl
The flow is borrowed ya I'm feeling bougie my girl
I love it when the folks in my hometown wanna talk to me
I ain't where I wanna be
Naaa
but I'm bout to be
I be contemplating daily actions I'm talking day to day
Shawty got it in the back I ain't talking Chevrolet
Real talk I'm for the peace no gun talk
My 44 don't click lock
This ain't nothing but shit talk
I'm for the peace no gun talk
I'm for the peace no gun talk for real
I got FL up on the Mac
Got some homies making stacks
I swear to god still tryna get my brother on a track
If you say we good go with that
I'm smelling blood, I attack
If you ain't ok with that I got more homies in the back
Ya I copped the flow at 17
Loving head the simple things
But not the drama that it brings
That shit be for the bees
I'm wavy like them 7 seas
Bitches rubbing through my jeans
No cap I like to buy em things
When I dance I use my knees like Ooo
I'm a simple man
Ya, ya
like matte it black (uh)
If I fuck up
Ya, ya
I'll run it back (facts)
I got my brothers I ain't running with no strap
We bout the peace no
I got FL up on the Mac
Got some homies making stacks
I swear to god still tryna get my brother on a track
If you say we good go with that
I'm smelling blood, I attack
If you ain't ok with that I got more homies in the back (Woo)
I got FL up on the Mac
Got some homies making stacks
I swear to god still tryna get my brother on a track
If you say we good go with that
I'm smelling blood, I attack
If you ain't ok with that I got more homies in the back (Woo)
Got some homies making stacks
I swear to god still tryna get my brother on a track
If you say we good go with that
I'm smelling blood, I attack
If you ain't ok with that I got more homies in the back (Woo)
Waiter he be seating me
Women? Like em Lebanese
Momma copped a GMC
Caught the bug for finer things
Bitches call me to take em out like dominos
I be living life shit be crazy you know how it go
Shoutout to Mo I hope she still stripping on the booty pole
I'm with the F.V.E up in the studio
Not thinking far ahead na I don't see it through
That bitch got a top on but hold up I can see it through (right through that shit)
Ya yaboi be airy feeling breezy my girl
I know the flow be dirty I be feeling greasy my girl
Ya a couple puffs gone make you feel way different my girl
The flow is borrowed ya I'm feeling bougie my girl
I love it when the folks in my hometown wanna talk to me
I ain't where I wanna be
Naaa
but I'm bout to be
I be contemplating daily actions I'm talking day to day
Shawty got it in the back I ain't talking Chevrolet
Real talk I'm for the peace no gun talk
My 44 don't click lock
This ain't nothing but shit talk
I'm for the peace no gun talk
I'm for the peace no gun talk for real
I got FL up on the Mac
Got some homies making stacks
I swear to god still tryna get my brother on a track
If you say we good go with that
I'm smelling blood, I attack
If you ain't ok with that I got more homies in the back
Ya I copped the flow at 17
Loving head the simple things
But not the drama that it brings
That shit be for the bees
I'm wavy like them 7 seas
Bitches rubbing through my jeans
No cap I like to buy em things
When I dance I use my knees like Ooo
I'm a simple man
Ya, ya
like matte it black (uh)
If I fuck up
Ya, ya
I'll run it back (facts)
I got my brothers I ain't running with no strap
We bout the peace no
I got FL up on the Mac
Got some homies making stacks
I swear to god still tryna get my brother on a track
If you say we good go with that
I'm smelling blood, I attack
If you ain't ok with that I got more homies in the back (Woo)
I got FL up on the Mac
Got some homies making stacks
I swear to god still tryna get my brother on a track
If you say we good go with that
I'm smelling blood, I attack
If you ain't ok with that I got more homies in the back (Woo)
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Writer(s): Caleb Parks
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