| Had to get out of my feelings |
| Then jump in my bag |
| I was missing my cash |
| I needed that back end |
| Had to let a nigga back in |
| Bout to beat a bitch back end |
| Had to get out of my feelings |
| Then jump in my bag |
| I was missing that cash |
| Yeah I needed that back end |
| Had to let a nigga back in |
| Bout to beat a bitch (Aye, Aye) |
| Give a fuck about emotions |
| They don’t do shit for my emotions |
| Got a couple dollars I’m in motion |
| And your bitch want it |
| Imma give it to her if she on it |
| Walk in this bitch like I own it |
| Big bad woadie, matter fact matte black 40 |
| And I got the AR-40, might Stonecold it |
| Crush a nigga head like a beer |
| Trap trap till I get a (?) |
| Pop percs all year |
| Walmart T-shirt gear |
| And I got a 50 in the denim |
| Blood spent the 50 on rentals |
| You been talking shit cause you mental |
| You gone need insurance for your dentals |
| Every lame nigga want they issue |
| Till they see this long ass magazine hanging out the pistol (hahaha) |
| Now your momma gone be grieving |
| I done left a lot of niggas bleeding |
| Granny told me slow it down |
| But shit a lot of niggas speeding |
| Get a lot of dollars cause its easy |
| I could fuck your auntie cause she easy |
| And I know she freaky |
| I used to get (?) believe me, now I got Yeezys |
| For bitches in my tennis shoes for teasing |
| I could get rid of you for reaching |
| Pull up to your brib |
| Hit your living room with dracos and semis |
| Like I pledge allegiance to the promethazine |
| Fuck the government, get the green |
| Like I pledge allegiance to the promethazine |
| Fuck the government, get the green |
| Naw for real bitch, on God nem nigga |
| We chasing a bag and a bag only |
| Fuck everything else |
| I’m from the East side, Detroit crime side |
| Touch my O Line, get hit from the blindside |
| No Michael Oher, but you can’t go there |
| Unless you done tapped in with niggas on my time |
| Imma go hit your hoe where the sun don’t shine |
| I keep a couple killers with me, the cutthroat kind |
| I got 10 chops with me, they jumbo size |
| I kill a nigga for that mumbo jumbo, ain’t lying |
| You heard them niggas is hoes, they ain’t mine |
| Niggas can’t fuck with me, but they trying |
| Fuck they bitch and ruin they lives |
| Pop two Perc 10's and break spines |
| Eat that monka donk if they fine |
| I been laughing the middle of me crying |
| My heart broke from Jobina dying |
| On my mom and nem we gone ride |
| I ain’t letting shit that happened to me slide |
| I ain’t letting shit that happened to me slide |
| How the fuck hoe niggas happy to be fine |
| We gone find your niggas tell’em they can’t hide |
| If you in the bity bet I know where you reside |
| Daddy got a job, make his ass gone resign |
| Soon as he come outside, chopper to his eyes |
| He gone get em 2 for 5 |
| Cause we bought them choppers half off |
| Lil' blood don’t bullshit, took his mask off |
| I did too like fuck it, cried two tears in a bucket |
| Dawg wanna bang we gone jump him |
| I’m surprised JJ ain’t snuck him |
| I’m surprised Jojo ain’t bust him |
| Blood nem all in the function, causing corruption |
| I used to be broke and ugly, now I’m just ugly |
| Every bitch with me wanna fuck me |
| Get your motherfucking roll on |
| Bitch I step out the trap with them racks and that pole long |
| Bitches lick me like Cold Stone |
| And they do it real nasty without no clothes on |
| She gone cut up the whole song |
| And I’m gone granddaddy dance |
| Cause I got me an old soul |
| Matter fact my soul gone |
| She done sucked me dry, Skuba Steve is a dead body |
| Had to get out of my feelings |
| Then jump in my bag |
| I was missing my cash |
| I needed that back end |
| Had to let a nigga back in |
| Bout to beat a bitch back end |
| Had to get out of my feelings |
| Then jump in my bag |
| I was missing that cash |
| Yeah I needed that back end |
| Had to let a nigga back in |
| Bout to beat a bitch (Aye, Aye) |