Backada Lyrics

Stick in the backada coupe

Ride round young nigga shoot

Pull up I'm droppin my roof

Side bitch gimmie that oof

If you didn't love me then you could've just said it

Is a rack race young nigga running up cheddar

I ain't need you bitch Imma only get better

This real blue cheese ain't talking about fettu

Stick in the backada coupe

Stick in the backada coupe

Stick in the backada

Stick in the backada

Stick in the backada coupe

Stick in the backada coupe

Stick in the backada coupe

Ride round young nigga shoot

Stick in the backada coupe

Stick in the back on a drill

Boy you done went too far in the field

When I see yo hoe know the bitch goin kneel

I'm young Trab popping percocet pills

High-tech sipper I really pop seals

No internet I really catch kills

I'm the real wizard like Bradley Beal

If I'm gonna fuck with you then you gotta be a meal

Gotta be a dime

I went two tone and went blind

Twin glock on me is a nine

I took yo trap that shit was mine

Beating in the pan I'm running up bands

Up the glizzy the shit went BLAM

F&N twin goin blow that fan

Real deal stepper keep a lethal beretta

That offwhite is sum pepper I made yo bitch my lil header

I put it in her throat she eating a double decker

She grind me like a skateboard but I was not Ryan Sheckler

Stick in the backada coupe

Ride round young nigga shoot

Pull up I'm droppin my roof

Side bitch gimmie that oof

If you didn't love me then you could've just said it

Is a rack race young nigga running up cheddar

I ain't need you bitch Imma only get better

This real blue cheese ain't talking about fettu

Stick in the backada coupe

Stick in the backada coupe

Stick in the backada

Stick in the backada

Stick in the backada coupe

Stick in the backada coupe

Stick in the backada coupe

Ride round young nigga shoot

Stick in the backada coupe

You do that shit for instagram we really in the trap with grams

Patty cake patty cake bakers man

Bake me a cake as fast as you can

Two pints in my soda I need my lil coca-cola

I'm stepping in Ebolas ugly hoes get cold shoulders

I'm fucking up her molars double cup on the coaster

We spinning shit like rotors take her on roller coasters

I do not know that odor you can get you some Ogre

And bitch why you so vulgar I ain't even wanna fold ya

Turn up glock glizzy

Hop out shoot hitting

Ride round nigga we getting it

Hit a lil freak on Henny

Draw down boy did the shimmy

She give me good head no Jimmy

This the power hour might need Timmy

If you act right you can get a lil fendi

Stick in the backada coupe

Ride round young nigga shoot

Pull up I'm droppin my roof

Side bitch gimmie that oof

If you didn't love me then you could've just said it

Is a rack race young nigga running up cheddar

I ain't need you bitch Imma only get better

This real blue cheese ain't talking about fettu

Stick in the backada coupe

Stick in the backada coupe

Stick in the backada

Stick in the backada

Stick in the backada coupe

Stick in the backada coupe

Stick in the backada coupe

Ride round young nigga shoot

Stick in the backada coupe