Back Rubbed

Original

(Play that back, Jugg)

Yeah

Ghetto Boyz shit, mmm (damn, how you do that?)

Alright

Let's start this shit off

I'm finna pop a bar

Soon as I hit the feds, had to knock a guard

Street legend, feel like Rick Ross, I am not a star

But I'm with STAR

I ain't get this drank off the street, it was doctor bought

I had an accident, a quarter-million-dollar car involved

This rap shit, this my job, I'm not calling off

If I grew up in y'all hood, I wouldn't have played basketball with y'all

I would've shot the park

I only pick her up when it get kind of dark

Lil Tay shot first, we had to pop it off

He said he gon' kill me, better knock it off 'fore we knock him off

I ride six deep, don't need a bodyguard

I beat him up in elementary, why he acting hard?

I might be little, but the weapon I got extra large

Don't keep my dogs in the crib, I keep 'em in the yard

My shooters ride with clips like they make movies

And I'm tryna catch a fade, but I am not Boosie

Tryna see why he tryna love me, I am not Lucy

Take a look up in my bag, you might see all Blueys

I'm on Bouldercrest with a pint of Act', somebody call Gucci

Why you got that FN on you? Finna call Lucci

Whole 'fit 20 racks 'cause it's all Louis

Like, I went Louis from the top to bottom

I put a hole in a pint and got it out the bottom

The white bitches put you on your ass, I call it Ronda Rousey

I made dog shit off some baking soda and an ounce of powder

Find out where the crib at, oh, we 'bout to stalk 'em

I was finna drop a nigga if you saw me walking

We stay in the same house, but we be hardly talking

I knew the weed was good 'cause the Cali plug called me coughing

Float on every beat, I be barely walking

If I got a problem, I'll have Rio come Atlanta, hawk 'em

Get excited when that money counter beep 'cause I get it often

Had my brother put a hole in his head, now that boy a dolphin'

Wet him up like a faucet if he double-cross me

Ice on my neck, I'm stone cold, Steve Austin

Green Dept. tee, I look like I play for Boston

Might throw him in the trunk if I ever catch him walking

I ain't get robbed, I left it in my locker

He a piece of shit, his mama should've left him at the doctor

Tony pulled up, then met him with a chopper

I woke up and ate filet mignon, my breakfast was a thousand

With some fine shit, I met her at the college

I need some more houses, I'm investing in a property

Million-dollar crib, bitch, I just left from poverty

Million-dollar nigga, bitch, it's a blessing if you saw me