Front Bacc

Yeah, yeah Back, uh, front, what? side, ya, side Talkin' bout, front, look, back, whatcha, left, wanna, right, do Up fee, down, uh, uh, oh, four, four I ain't finna talk about stepping bro, I'ma keep it smooth Ain't this the same feeling when Stella got back her groove Poody quit playing 'cause stepping bro that's all you do Ay, where you staring? We swing it then you gotta move You want them to do it or me better pick and choose They got me madder then a bitch, yeah, they done blew a fuse I'm finna make that boy famous and put him on the news 'Cause if my life up on the line then I can't fucking lose She like to suck me when I drive through the coupe on cruise I had to swerve to the side 'cause I almost hit a dude Like skrrt, hit the curve and I don't left a bruise Get back in route and she proceed to eat me like some food Like mmh, it's good, she taste it, she swallow, kids, she ate my, babies No, I can't stop her, she going, crazy They say it's murder, I don't know, maybe My destination ain't too far, I hit another corner I jump out on the block, it smell just like marijuana When them crackers bend the curve, they get to starin Dona 'Cause if he jump, I grab the reefa and flush out all the zona But let me get back to myself and talk about this drip Juice still in my cup but let's not talk about the shit I spilled This .40 paying rent 'cause everyday it stay up on my hip I do 'em nasty, flip 'em like gymnastics .30 in this clip Best believe me, if I up it shoot it off the rip Hustle in my blood, you would think I'm some kin of Nip Flew in from the O, now we in Cali had to take a trip Get straight to business just like Frito Lay drop it off and then I dip Like mmh, it's good, she taste it, she swallow, kids, she ate my, babies No, I can't stop her, she going, crazy They say it's murder, I don't know, maybe