Whoever Lit

Backstreet, ****, I'm the one, free the ones, ****

Do what the fuck I want, I go where the fuck I want

I do what the fuck I please, man, ain't nobody gon' stop shit, man

It's the Backstreet, ****, rest of the gang, free the gang, ****

Rest up, FTO, man

Mr. Bucket, I'll do any work, ****

Free Leek, ****, free Ruck, ****

Three free, ****

We still on that one street, ****

Gang

She gon' fuck whoever lit, that's why she fuckin' down

I ain't never quit, but when I nut, throw in the towel

You can't walk up in these shoes, cause I be runnin' mild

If I can't make you bitches happy, make my mama smile

Yeezy steppin', Nike takin', or Adidas uni

I got what they want for low, you know they speedin' to me

Before they cut they cherries, hit their gas, I get right to it

If you ain't broke before and got it back, then I salute

I'm a diamond in the rough, I had a rough life

Dumpin' grams and dumpin' clips, shit, I'm a dump site

Me and Backstreet up in traffic, havin' phone fights

When you make it home from Speeds, that be a long night

Ayy, clutch that Arbor, watch that Quan, they start tweakin' Thorne

Put fancy Strikas in garages, cause them people torn

People say he turned, but he ain't did enough, I still don't know

I'm like a freak when it comes to these streets, cause I be goin

One place that I can't go is sad, I'm too deep in my bag

I'm on them Backstreets creepin' slow, I'm juggin' right by Taz

He tried to text me for them bows, that mean his ass is grass

Some type way I get in my mode soon as I pop this slash

I'm fuckin' the good, she lovin' it, I'm talkin' the earth, she comin

And I never chased a bitch, but when she be up in the bed, she runnin

I found me a way to the money, I'm leadin' them bros like Tillman

When they let me off that plane, then we gon' be juggin' the whole hunnid

I get to the money, and I know you want some

My phone be ringin', I don't need answer, you don't need one, none

I'm in this feel, you **** groupies, grab some pom-pom

I pull my dick out every bitch, how that's my son, son

I'm fresh to death, go get a casket, just don't shed no tears

I slap my reno's up and scratch the streets like it's a Eurus

I can't be perfect like she want me to, I'm not venerous

Hey scam, you know that we four with you, I ain't tryin' to hurt

Rollin' like a 60, repped up Nipsey, money all in

He can't hit his hood no more, he snitch, he better call in

Day 16, I do a stack for you if you get all ten

I be dumpin', dumpin', monkey rolls it like I sell fins

Hit the street too much, then countin', peep me, I'll start crawlin

You ain't dumpin', it's a backstreet function, who let y'all in

She thought she was mine, I put her in rotation, fall in

I peeped every sign, so ain't no hesitation, chalk him

Gang, we pullin' up anywhere, sire anything

Dumpin' on anything, dump Eclipse, we eatin

How the fuck we comin' in

Young and reckless, and I'm runnin' backstreet

And that's some BBSB