Backboard (feat. Young Thug)

Dabbin' molly raw

Hey

Two hundred miles on the dashboard

I came from servin' them bags out a back porch

Servin' them bags out a back porch

We hit that boy with a stick 'cause he asked for it

Boy with a stick 'cause he asked for it

Russell just walked, threw that brick off the backboard

He threw that brick off the backboard

80k on, it's a back end, back end

I hit that lil boy with the MAC-10, MAC-10

I spent like four racks on a jacket, fashion

I fuck that ho with a passion, I'm everlastin'

I am a leader, boss

Never a follower, never a follower, woo

You a dick eater, your girl's a swallower, she official, my ****

No, I won't hit her, she not in my caliber, wouldn't even hit that thot

We been stuntin' a long time

I know that they tired of us, **** is sick, whoa

I don't hang around no fuck boy, whoa whoa

Glock, four pound in tug boy

Big B's out on truck, boy, skrrt, skrrt

All my young **** sell boy, young ****

Young boy gone like Elroy, yeah

Big booty back in the Goyard, Goyard

Spend the whole thing in Bergdorf, Bergdorf

These **** sick, need Airborne, Airborne, woo

Fly my Patek, young boy still gettin' at it

21 shot my FN, brr

Young rich ****, livin' savage

You ain't the hood, gotta check in

We the side never need passes, no

These fuck boys so swagless, forty-five hundred, my jacket, fashion

Skrrt, skrrt

Two hundred miles on the dashboard

I came from servin' them bags out a back porch

Servin' them bags out a back porch

We hit that boy with a stick 'cause he asked for it

Boy with a stick 'cause he asked

Russell just walked, threw that brick off the backboard

He threw that brick off the backboard, yeah

80k on, it's a back end, back end

I hit that lil boy with the MAC-10, MAC-10

I spent like four racks on a jacket, fashion

I fuck that ho with a passion, I'm everlastin'

Your bitch, she call me Mr. Big

My house a year old like a kid

We murk 'em, then we dodge the pigs

Put a dirt bike on your wig

Could be curb side with your bitch, skrrt

Could be worldwide, I'm a trend, whoa

Make her snort a line like a pin

**** diamonds jumpin' out the gym

Take it all off, take it all off with your friends, ay

Play with my dogs, here we goin' off with your head, yeah

The Percocets on me, a young **** take a lot of meds

I pop me a thirty, now I walk around like I'm dead

Dead man walkin'

I'm high as the law

I'm lit like July the 4th

Double R seats, they tight

But a pussy **** really soft, soft

I'ma take off on sight, take off

Run a **** down like a Moss, let's get 'em

I got me a Draco on the flight, let's get 'em

I came out the creek like Dawson, woo

200 miles on the dashboard

I cam from servin' them bags out a back porch

Servin' them bags out a back porch

We hit that boy with a stick 'cause he asked for it

Boy with a stick 'cause he asked for it

Russell just walked, threw that brick off the backboard

He threw that brick off the backboard, yeah

80k on, it's a back end, back end

I hit that lil boy with the MAC-10, MAC-10

I spent like four racks on a jacket, fashion

I fuck that ho with a passion, I'm everlastin'

Swervin', swervin', swervin', swervin'

Basic bitches make me nervous

I'm so high, ain't got no service

Fuck a fuckboy bitch on purpose

Swervin', swervin', swervin', swervin'

Bust a brick down, bag and serve it

We gon' take this shit the furthest

Play with me and shit get murdered

Brrt