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The Backyard
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Hip-Hop/Rap
The Backyard was released on April 15, 2024 by ABP Records as a part of the album On Some B******t - EP
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Release DateApril 15, 2024
LabelABP Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Lyrics

Aye, aye, let's get it, aye
Aye, okay, okay, let's get it, aye
We got a spot for hiding bodies in the backyard
The blicky known for taking heads off when they act hard
I had to up it when I showed him where the racks are
Told her to pick out what she want now this a black card
I was fuckin' all the baddies 'fore I was a rap star
Whether it's the music or the drugs I'm still gon' rap hard
I done let 'em walk all over me and left my back scarred
Now I lay 'em out, the body cover where their tracks start
Fuck them boys
Me and you are really no different we put the bands aside
Brodie put an eighth in his Fanta made that boy fantasize
He tweakin' from the Land to Atlanta until the phantom died
Shawty said she like me wanna ride me like a tantum bike
I've been grippin' on my sack when I pull up
But I ain't Santa though
I can't fit anything else in my pocket
That's where my hammer go
She trippin' like chill baby girl
I got the antidote
One to count the money while I use the other hand to roll
It's magic in my room because her legs gon' open sesame
You might see me at my worst
But you will never get the best of me
That apple juice formaldehyde mixture my favorite recipe
If she really is your girl
Then why the hell is this bitch textin' me
The first place that I go to is my plug in the apocalypse
These Cleveland bitches never show me love unless I rock a fit
I super glue my pants 'fore I go out or else my pockets rip
Got that thirty on the ACT but sound like I'm incompetent
Message to my parents
I smoke weed before I fuck a hoe
I last a little longer when my ops fog up my frontal lobe
We forced the double barrel down his throat
And got his stomach blown
Under oath I hung with bozos on the beach
We trapped in bungalows
Like to wake up, drop a sixth of the Wok in my herbal tea
I like my women like my auto-engineering, from Germany
If you gon' speak, it ain't 'bout money
Then it's not concerning me
My bro locked up and on some bullshit
I'ma make that jury bleed
Written by: Aero the Prophet
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