Back Hurt (feat. Migos)

I'm a lucky bastard

My car like Dukes of Hazzard

I never had a ghost writer

I'm afraid of Casper

I fucked her one time

Then my homie fucked right after

Always keep it real

I ain't never been a actor

All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt

All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt

All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt

All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt

Big bowl of money, I look like big bowl of money

Got a Tommy on the Kawasaki blowing out a onion

Take it from Lucas, I got 'em itching

They addicted to Bobby and Mr. Whitneys

And they drinking on Activis, what a feeling

Mama told me drink water, flush out my kidney

I'm a lucky bastard, dab, ooh, dagger

Your bitch a happy camper

Got a iPhone, she a snapper

I know some rappers but know some more trappers

They got more money than you rappers

Talk like an actor, you smoking tobacco

My Louboutins stomp you out like I'm a capper

I'm gonna do my dab like the Heisman

I want a coach, I'm Quavo O'Ryan

Look at the feds, I know that they spying

I'm gonna disappear like I'm the Mayans

Hop in my rocket, I bet they can't find me

Fuck all that bullshit and stop with that nonsense

These Benjamin justing got something in common

All of my **** 'bout money and violence

For real, for real, for real

This territory shit is real

Fuck how a **** gon' feel, ultra gripping on the steel

Thinking about going to Beverly Hills

Get a mansion, 'bout twenty-eight mils

No Jack and Jill but I done been on the hill

Turn it then I pop a seal

I'm a lucky bastard

My car like Dukes of Hazzard

I never had a ghost writer

I'm afraid of Casper

I fucked her one time

Then my homie fucked right after

Always keep it real

I ain't never been a actor

All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt

All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt

All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt

All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt

I've been spending every penny

Monday up in Magic City

Sucking on those tig ol' bitties

Diamond dancing on me like they Diddy

I've been feeling gritty but I'm looking pretty

I been popping bitches like I'm Pretty Ricky

Got a bad bitch and her name is Nicki

She be with the menage and come from Philly

Yeah, swear that my father's killing me

All of these racks, breaking my back

These dollar signs is crippling me

Yeah, I look in her eyes, I'm an enemy

I come from the trap, my **** attack

You won't recognize your family

I'm a lucky bastard

My car like Dukes of Hazzard

I never had a ghost writer

I'm afraid of Casper

I fucked her one time

Then my homie fucked right after

Always keep it real

I ain't never been a actor

All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt

All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt

All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt

All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt