Back Flippin

Xair, let me get that motherfucker

Skee

Yeah, ****, yeah, ****

Phew, phew

****, ****, yeah

I'm a player, not a simp, bae

This shit comin' off the head like a temp fade

Hold on, baby, I'm a player, not a simp, bae (Not a simp, bae, yeah)

This shit comin' off the head like a temp fade (Like a temp fade)

And your bitch tryna kick it like a sensei (Like a sensei)

Maybe you can get a wig, but I ain't payin' rent, bae (Ain't payin' rent, bae)

Young, steppin' in some bands, know I brag different (I brag different)

I can go and spend it, ****, 'cause my bag different (Oh, yeah, my bag different)

That bitch, she ain't really fuckin' bad, that ho catfishin' (That ho catfishin')

And I got your bitch doin' tricks, this ho backflippin' (This bitch backflippin')

I been smokin' on that gas, you can smell the aroma (Yeah, yeah)

In the booth, I'm in that mode, sippin' Arizona (****, yeah)

You might think bro finna crash the way he bend the corner (Skrrt, skrrt)

Take your bitch and give her back, no, I don't even want her (What the fuck?)

Take your bitch and give her back, I want a refund (Want a refund, ****)

In the booth, got on dark shades, I can't even see nothin' (Like Ray Charles)

I be high up in the stars, now I'm finna be one (****, yeah)

How the fuck I cut you off, you runnin' back? That lil' ho D1 (What the fuck?)

Yeah, she's a track star

Baby, I'm a dog like them pits in the backyard (****, rrr)

I be on some other shit, why **** tryna act hard? (They tryna act hard)

And we steady gettin' to that money, ****, that part (****, that part)

With your bitch, you can call me Timmy, know I'm finna turn her up (I'm finna turn her up, yeah)

****, we been gettin' to that bag, that's what I'm runnin' up (That's what I'm runnin' up, ****)

And my name getting hot up in the streets, say I'm burnin' up (Say I'm burnin' up, yeah)

****, ain't no doubt about it, **** know for sure I'm coming up (Yeah, I'm comin' up, ****)

Yeah, we been gettin' to that cake, bitch (What?)

I ain't never flag, **** know my pockets straight, bitch (****, what?)

Steady grindin', **** know that's what it take to be great, bitch (That's for sure)

And I'm spittin' real shit up on the mic, this ain't no fake shit (****, yeah)

Hold on, baby, I'm a player, not a simp, bae (Not a simp, bae, yeah, yeah)

This shit comin' off the head like a temp fade (Like a temp fade, ****)

And your bitch tryna kick it like a sensei (Like a sensei, ****)

Maybe you can get a wig, but I ain't payin' rent, bae (Ain't payin' rent, bae)

Young, steppin' in some bands, know I brag different (Yeah, I brag different, ****)

I can go and spend it, ****, 'cause my bag different ('Cause my bag different, yeah)

That bitch, she ain't really fuckin' bad, that ho catfishin' (That ho catfishin', ****)

And I got your bitch doin' tricks, this ho backflippin' (That ho backflippin', ****, yeah)

****, yeah, what the fuck?

Phew, phew

Yeah, ****, skee