(Stribb on the beat)

Yeah

I'm back in this bitch again, I'm back in this bitch again

I still got— uh, uh, I still got— for the ten

I still got— uh, yeah

I still got two for the five, uh, still got three for the ten, uh

I still get four for the twenty, yeah, you get the seven for the bin

Had to drop off my lil' bitch, yeah, I still got some corners to bend

Yeah, I doubled the cup up again, uh, I doubled the money again

Yeah, I just hit the lil' bitch again, uh, the bitch wanna live in my skin, uh

Know Backdoor gon' go for the win, uh-huh, I switched up the plates and the VIN

Uh, if you want smoke, ****, puff it, all you need to do, drop the pin

Yeah, I don't talk beef, I don't discuss it, uh, I shoot out the back of the Benz

Uh, Big 4 in the photo

Hold on, lookin' for **** to roll on

Double the cup and I pop oxycodone

Bitch, am I spendin' the night? Hold on

I'm tryna go get the check, put my bro on

Get the racks, I might pose for a photo

With my dog like he motherfuckin' Toto

I'm puttin' belt to these ****, I'm dolo

**** just kick this shit solo

In the court I was pleading the nolo

She in Gucci, I'm rockin' Manolo

He an opp, he get smoked like a 'rillo

**** talkin' to bitches and pillows

Malcolm X with the Drac' at the window

I was mixin' that opp with the indo

Baby Drac' and the clip is extendo

Yeah, I let her blow on this shit like she tryna start the game of Nintendo

Yeah, my brother like Reese and Dewey, I'm out with the Drac' in the middle

They ain't know I came straight out the ghetto

Know I'm droppin' the bag, ****, get low

Had 'em takin' you to the hospital

If that pussy dry, bet I won't spit on it

And if I ain't on no gangster shit, I'm with my brother and I know I bet he gon' get on it

These **** be droppin' they money on ****, then get on they IG and vent on it

Off the top, ain't no pad or no pen on it

Tryna pull up to his block and we spin on it

Got the juice, but I ain't got no gin on it

Damn, the hate be strong, have you lookin' like what you did wrong?

But it's really these **** ain't right

Ayy, ayy, have QB throw the bomb and I'm gone

She said, "Backdoor, can you fuck me for long?

That's what you said in that motherfuckin' song"

I'm in the trap with the scale and the 'bow

I'm with my dog like a motherfuckin' bone

I got this motherfuckin' 9 and it's black

I got this big old 4-5 and it's chrome

And these **** wan' be like Big Back

I think these **** my motherfuckin' clones

You know Big Back in the back of the 'Bach

B-A-C-H if you **** didn't know

I put my back to that motherfuckin' door

I put my foot through this bitch and it's on

**** defensin', we playin' a zone

Mm, but don't think I'll let you get wrong

Don't think we tolerate no disrespect

Don't think we just rappin' motherfuckin' songs

And don't say shit you gon' fuckin' regret

I'll drop the bag, have your partner get on

The Percocet 20 so motherfuckin' strong

I'ma be high for so motherfuckin' long