A&R Lyrics

Gimme a backwood

Throw me inside of a pipe and I smack good

You from the back woods

Most of these niggas suburban they act hood

Nigga that's big cap

Claiming the city you hit on the weekend

Nigga I hate rappers

Like another line nigga I hate kappas

I ain't in Greek life

They tell me certain shit I shouldn't speak on

Bitch I'm the lead alpha

And my homie gotta sig, my heats on

I never gave a fuck about a critic

They never cared I was sleeped on

How you expect me to care about respect if you telling me what I can speak on

I am not bunny rabbit

Bitch I'm poppa doc this is a free world

Pull up and let him have it

I aint never gotta do it my homie thorough

And to be frank about it shit he probably shouldn't be my homie I hit his girl

I went to tell him about it and he told me he love her he stuck in a different world

You niggas suspect

Rapping about leaving yo bitch and yo homie first

I really told my homie that I used to hit and he ain't care cause he know her worth

Boy that's some real shit

All of you rappers is lame and mediocre!

You niggas riding waves and you constantly drip but the dripping is leaking over!

I gotta shorty riding in a Benny I told her come get me and bust it open

She got a hell of a grip on that pussy my breathing alright but my dick chocking

It's after midnight and I'm by the ATM like I'm securing the bank motion

I gotta stain coming through at any minute I can't wait till the bank open!

You niggas suck dick then commit a crime now you singing like Frank Ocean

You niggas fall in love with a snitch and the bitch got you singing like Frankie Beverly

Really I turn around I see a crowd I look to the front it's no one ahead of me

Really I turn around I see a crowd I look to the front it's no one ahead of me

You know who I fuck with

Niggas like me who ain't fucking with A&Rs

I give 'em two things

Regular surf board and some real bars

Loving the one that's gone last forever but pushing the one that's gone blow tomorrow

Shit I ain't tripping or up in my feelings I get it's a business so do ya job

I know them strippers and prostitutes probably don't fuck wit fat niggas but it's a job

I know them crackers and companies probably don't fuck with black niggas but it's a job

I get the business you probably gone have to do shit you don't want to because it's a job

Shit I'm an artist and I gotta do my job so shout out to the A&Rs!

I gotta shorty riding in a Benny I told her come get me and bust it open

She got a hell of a grip on that pussy my breathing alright but my dick chocking

It's after midnight and I'm by the ATM like I'm securing the bank motion

I gotta stain coming through at any minute I can't wait till the bank open!

You niggas suck dick then commit a crime now you singing like Frank Ocean

You niggas fall in love with a snitch and the bitch got you singing like Frankie Beverly

Really I turn around I see a crowd I look to the front it's no one ahead of me

Really I turn around I see a crowd I look to the front it's no one ahead of me

You niggas can not fuck with me!

They can't fuck with me Crack

They can't rock with me bro