The Last Backyard...

歌詞

(Who made this shit?) (Taytay made the beat) XO, yeah Ayy, tell me when you ready It's on fool I ain't lettin' 'em talk how they wanna Kill 'em, they try to play me Hustlin, got plenty paper Try to take it, I'm gon' knock somethin' off Smokin' on paper, keepin' my mind on murder Fuck dissin', we tryna catch the bitch in person That's when it goes down Ain't no pick and choose We don't ever lose, we known to break the rules Put that stick on dude Now them niggas screamin' they gon' stretch me too Blow his mind soon as that bitch go boom Life designed, we don't leave no clues You want my name, I want your hat So what the fuck you wanna do? Ooh I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news Them choppers screamin' like ooh I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news, yeah Niggas hatin', even got the police tryna stop him He ran his mouth 'bout Top 'nem Got the drop and then we popped him Should be glad that you're not him In my Rolls-Royce ridin' with no tint Got them sticks on us like tree limbs Big Glocks, big knots, they know him We be ridin' around on big rims We be schemin, tryna zip him and all the rest Shawty hangin' 'round a bitch 'nem, we gon' put 'em all to rest Them hoes gon' follow checks I'm really ballin', what I got, buy all again Backyardigans Ooh I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news Them choppers screamin' like ooh I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news, yeah (Look) Drivin' fast, can't get a pass, you crash, nigga Cross the line, we gon' bust his ass, we gon' do 'em bad, leave 'em smashed, nigga Ridin' around with these chains on, got my pockets filled with that bag, nigga Fuck all these hoes, then I send 'em home, and I finish flexin' while you're mad, nigga When I up, release the whole mag, nigga (I mean that) Them boys been hoes at all They tend to slum it down and they won't stop They mad I don't be tryin' and I'm hot (And I'm hot) Buy that Bentley, then I buy another car I have 'em wonderin' how I done got all this money, what the fuck? Got a watch on both my arms when they see me pullin' up Got all these youngins with me armed, nigga, we don't give a fuck It go down, shoot it up We bust and leave a nigga stuck Run with the crowd, catch up with us (Who made this shit?) Ooh (Taytay made the beat) I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news Them choppers screamin' like ooh I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news, yeah Ooh (Backyardigans) I put a bitch on the news (Backyardigans) Ooh (Backyardigans) Ooh (Backyardigans) Niggas hatin', even got the police tryna stop him (Who made this shit?) He ran his mouth 'bout Top 'nem (Taytay made the beat) Got the drop and then we popped him Should be glad that you're not him In my Rolls-Royce ridin' with no tint Got them sticks on us like tree limbs Big Glocks, big knots, they know him We be ridin' around on big rims