Background Lyrics

Im playing the background like a adlib

If they tryna talk send em to the admin

Look at his walk you could see he savage

Whenever it spark Brody stop the gassing

We gotta off anything still active

White chalk teachers ain't pass em

Gave up that friendship for some fashion

Niggaz be hella hoes

Sucking the opposite dick for some clout, still calling all on my cell phone

You know we don't play, we don't need aim, 30 sticking like some velcro

Walk em down in person, he was moving nervous

Could of extended my elbow

HEADSHOT, BELL GO

DEAD OPP, ELMO

RED DOT, YELLOW

Tape up on ya block several

Had to reincarnate I was cooling

Thinking they better than me is they foolish

All that shit that he said he ain't do it

Next time he see me he gon try to prove it

Put that beam to his bean ima use it

Ain't scared of no man we human

Dashyyy

Fibbies be asking for rides, this ain't no tltt da taxi

Don't be picking and a choosing a side, if you ain't gon Bltt da Blast it

The day that lil bro died, same day I said we gon get on the mappy

Still getting Gltt da Gassy, I'm really racing not made for the backseat

Raised up as a athlete, that's how I got all of this skill with the tactics

Metal mechanics, addicted to shit that be ripping through fabric

Homie had Pltt da Panicked, seen em close range like Brody what happen

You only tough in ya captions

One man army I'm always the captain

With a spinning reaction

321 And we finish the flagging

Why he froze when we tagged him

We don't start first we only be matching

Taking my drip to the cleaners

Chasing like meek but these niggaz dreamers

Im getting up they spending on eaters

Purchase the pints mix it in the liters

Jacking the mikes want me to beat it

Not out of spite but her boyfriend cheating

Don't lose ya life heard that from the teachers

Big facts, they know that I been around like

Skinny nigga and I'm gaining pounds light

It ain't personal

But the shit that I know it could hurt a few

Still all love if I gotta murk a fool

They know Sha let me show em what Murdaa do

Dashyyy

Fibbies be asking for rides this ain't no tltt da taxi

Don't be picking and a choosing a side

If you ain't gon Bltt da Blast it

The day that lil bro died

Same day I said we gon get on the mappy

Still getting Gltt da Gassy

I'm really racing not made for the backseat