Backshots

Gson! it's too late! We're too far out of the pocket

These bullets hit his booty, yeah, I'm boutta watch his ass leak
Hit him with some back shots, I made his future mad bleak
I don't know why he talking, he got holes up in his ass cheeks
I ain't talking bout his anus, yeah, that shit was all me

He was talking shit, I busted on him like a toaster strudel
He was talking shit, but I'm a pitty, he's a fucking poodle
He was on my block too long, I had to fucking boot him
I got water on my wrist and I don't be polluting

Got my chopper on the voice to show you that it fucking sang
Put my chopper in a porno, show you I can let it bang
Keep on testing me, I'll send you higher than a fucking swing
Married to the game, I even bought a motherfucking ring

When they talk, I don't care, I refuse to give a fuck
Cause when I shit, I don't wipe, I gotta let it crust
40 on my hip, just like my dick, it's boutta bust
My gang is hella tight, we don't need condoms, all we need is trust

Wrist so fucking wet, I bet the rain be wishing it was like me
He ain't in my league, wonder why the fuck he tryna fight me
If my homies horny, we can e-sex when they fucking Skype me
He a keyboard warrior, I be pulling up, but he be typing

Bitch, I got a drake, and I ain't talking Drizzy
Pull up on your block, I feel like yeat, let's get busy
Walking with my cock, it stay loaded, might get jizzy
I be talking bout a lot of shit, ain't no kizzy

Tell a opp, come here, I think my blicky tryna rizz him up
He thought I was pussy when I saw him, I was like what's up
Don't ask where I be pissing, take a look inside your fucking cup
Keep on sipping on that shit and tell me what the fuck is up

Keep your gang in solitude, I got em in my catacombs
Pull up, try to take em back, I promise they not getting home
I be up, you wonder where I be, bitch, higher than a drone
Acting like you got a bow and arrow, way you gettin boned

Shit is like some Minecraft, I'm not afraid to block your ass
They be running low on fuel, but I ain't never out of gas
When I'm in the store, I'm fucking shit up, I don't check the tags
All my opps is fatherless, like they don't got a dad

I be stacking gouda on my dick, I get my cheese on
Fuck the opposition, I don't squirt, I get my cream on
I be shaking ass up and down like a seesaw
This shit so out of pocket, I don't even got my jeans on