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TiaCorine & JID

Backyard

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Backyard est sorti le 10 octobre 2025 par South Coast Music Group/Interscope Records dans le cadre de l'album CORINIAN

Détails du titre

Date de sortie10 octobre 2025

LabelSouth Coast Music Group/Interscope Records

Qualité mélodique

Acoustique

Valence

Dansabilité

Énergie

BPM87

PRÉSENTATION

PAROLES

Clip vidéo

Clip vidéo

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION

TiaCorine

Chant

JID

Interprète

COMPOSITION ET PAROLES

Tia Thompson-Shults

Tia Thompson-Shults

Paroles/Composition

Destin Route

Paroles/Composition

Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr

Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr

Paroles/Composition

PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE

Hit-Boy

Production

Oxtoa

Ingénierie de prise de son

Roark Bailey

Ingénierie de mixage

Nelson (Nellz) Kyle

Nelson (Nellz) Kyle

Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage

Nicolas De Porcel

Nicolas De Porcel

Ingénierie de mastérisation

Demitrius Lewis II

Demitrius Lewis II

Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

[Intro]

Yeah

TiaCorine

On God

[Verse 1]

Ride wit' a whole P

Trappin' out a four-seat

Money, you gon' show me (Where?)

Get that bitch together

We could stomp her but that's OD

Grip wit' the whip

Front and center of the stovie

Mix-match the ****

You is not my one and only, posey

Clips for any bitch who gettin' nosy

Fresh outta school, crack my back to Zack and Cody

Now I call him brodie

Baby boy be cryin', now he Jody

Thanksgiving pussy macaroni

Deep voice Tony

Bitch got groove like a OG

Lil' thick bitch booty pony

Cream on that **** sauce top of rigatoni

[PreChorus]

Stack hard

Yeen ain't even gotta act hard

Bitch think she hittin' but she shootin' wit' a bad guard

Bitch, I'm the shit like some dogs up in the backyard

Ain't crying over **** wit' no black card

[Chorus]

Bitch, shit, fuck

Put it in my butt

Hell yeah, man, that's why I'm thick as fuck

I'm a nasty lil' ho, I turn that **** to a slut

Back me up

Where my **** who gon' keep it real as fuck?

[Chorus]

Ooh-ooh

Bitch **** gonna eat this pussy all night

Ooh-ooh

Look, look at this

I'ma turn his moan into a soundbite

[Verse 2]

I'ma turn this motherfucker into a flood

I'm in this bitch, I'm with my brother

Brought a stick and it go strrt, I ain't stutter

I got stamina, I stand up in this bit', I'm like the governor in Atlanta

Put a planet on my wrist, she made a puddle in the passenger

Pass another spliff and ghost the whip, we going Casper

Road trip, Zach Galafanakis, I might blow a gasket if they slip

Let it blast, the whole clip

Get a pass and tell 'em JID be living fast until the casket dip

If I ain't out here steering shit, might as well abandon ship

No panicking, you know I know the game, I wrote the manuscript

Handling biz, hand on the booty of yo' bitch

In the hoodie, the blower, but I don't know Hootie and the Blowfish

I do the mostest, I lick the clit, I had to focus

I give her the dope dick, she taking it home, she think it's a trophy

She act like a dope fiend, she back at my door sending emojis

When I look at my phone screen, she striking a pose removing her clothing and uh

Okay, bitch, shit, wait

Put it in my face

I like her taste, I'm finna take a dip into the lake

She wanna link, making her cum in a blink

Two in the pink, one in the (Ha)

We fuckin' the same ho, ****, jinx

It's outta control, I'm doing my thing

[Chorus]

Bitch, shit, fuck

Put it in my butt

Hell yeah, man, that's why I'm thick as fuck

I'm a nasty lil' ho, I turn that **** to a slut

Back me up

Where my **** who gon' keep it real as fuck?

[Chorus]

Ooh-ooh

Bitch **** gonna eat this pussy all night

Ooh-ooh

I'ma turn his moan into a soundbite

[Verse 3]

Phone call, I'm declining, perfect timing, let my wrist talk

Somewhere on a island dirty whinin' with my pistol

Believe in me, they see it, I'm like rock that turned to crystal (Okay)

Lamborghini limbo, lil' shorty quick to get low

Pussy look like Tonka, it's a monster, gotta free the beast

Fuckin' with my partner to the sauna, you gon' feel the heat

Know they gon' repeat it, know you seen it, just remember me

I'm colder than some snow like prostitute in street with baby tee

I'm Sunday fresh, Easter pink, ****, Cuban finna link

We in sync, if he eat it good, I might just let him beat

RIP to broke ****, shawty, that shit dead to me

Jealousy, toe-to-toe, they can't, so they avoidin' me

Written by: Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr, Destin Route, Tia Thompson-Shults

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