BackStreets lyrics

[Intro: Almighty Suspect]
On the gang, on the gang

[Chorus: Almighty Suspect]
b*tch, I ain't never been no athlete
High school, you was running out them track meets
I was tryna catch a n*gga in them back streets
Big ass blower on the hip, ain't no packed meat
n*gga, I ain't never been no athlete
High school, you was running out them track meets
I was tryna catch a n*gga in them back streets
Big ass blower on the hip, ain't no packed meat, n*gga

[Verse 1: Almighty Suspect]
b*tch, what the f*ck n*ggas mean?
I was riding with the blower, you was tryna make the team
On the gang, n*gga, you's a nerd and a lame
I'ma join in this b*tch, n*ggas never ask my name, stupid
I'm the sh*t and they knew it
The b*tch had a chance, on the gang, and she blew it, it's over
And they know I keep blower
You don't talk bands, n*ggas broke, need loaners, b*tch
I ain't never been no poser
Pulled out them bands on that b*tch, had to show her
This something light but I get way colder
You was in class with yo books in a folder, yeet
I'm the man in these streets
I was riding with the blower, you was lacing up cleats, b*tch
n*ggas can't tell me sh*t
n*ggas wanna act dumb till we flip his whole whip

[Chorus: Almighty Suspect]
b*tch, I ain't never been no athlete
High school, you was running out them track meets
I was tryna catch a n*gga in them back streets
Big ass blower on the hip, ain't no packed meat
n*gga, I ain't never been no athlete
High school, you was running out them track meets
I was tryna catch a n*gga in them back streets
Big ass blower on the hip, ain't no packed meat, n*gga

[Verse 2: Chiico]
Look, look
I ain't never letting off, applying pressure to gang
A couple n*ggas got popped, I ain't saying no names
I got a .40 with a stick and it play no games
For my side, I'ma ride, you n*ggas know my lane, look
When I'm rolling then that blower get to blowing
I done took a couple L's but a n*gga got focused
I ain't folding, b*tch, you better understand the motion
If I ever hit your block then the n*gga got folded, like, b*tch
If I'm tripping, ain't no going back
All this money that I'm getting got me throwing racks
If I let this thing rip, it ain't no coming back
All this designer got yo b*tch wanna throw it back
Every n*gga know the code for a street n*gga
Kiss that case, keep a solid through the heat, n*gga
I been plotting on a mill', I gotta eat, n*gga
To the grave, I'ma die a real street n*gga

[Chorus: Almighty Suspect]
b*tch, I ain't never been no athlete
High school, you was running out them track meets
I was tryna catch a n*gga in them back streets
Big ass blower on the hip, ain't no packed meat
n*gga, I ain't never been no athlete
High school, you was running out them track meets
I was tryna catch a n*gga in them back streets
Big ass blower on the hip, ain't no packed meat, n*gga