Backwards lyrics

[Hook: Yhung T.O.]
How you claimin' a hood you don't hang in?
How you broke but you ain't tryna change it?
I need less talk and mo' payments
One shot out this Glock make you famous
Baby could you throw that ass backwards?
Wish my last b*tch a casket
New b*tch far from average
And I'm still tuckin' money in the mattress

[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
Sneak diss and that sh*t gon' get tragic
Bad b*tch fell in love with a savage
Told her that I'm thuggin' and she told me that she trappin'
The b*tch get cut cause I'm all about that action
I just want blue strips, you can keep the rest
You in love with the b*tch, I just want the check
And my b*tch got a b*tch, she just want the check
If it ain't about no cheese, on to the next
Hit it from the back when she sad face
n*gga disrespect, that's a bad case
And you gon' wish I never met you
I don't trust that sh*t--like a public restroom
Glock on my hip, let it sneeze and bless you
Lamont told me "never let a n*gga disrespect you"
And if you got shot that mean a n*gga test you
But if you ain't slide back, how we gon' respect you?
A lot of n*ggas they be faking, I could promise it
You can't make it in these streets without no common sense
My first time--when I upped it--I was sick as sh*t
But now it is what it is
This the life I live
[Hook: Yhung T.O.]
How you claiming a hood you don't hang in?
How you broke but you ain't tryna change it?
I need less talk and mo' payments
One shot out this Glock make you famous
Baby could you throw that ass backwards?
Wish my last b*tch a casket
My new b*tch far from average
And I'm still tuckin' money in the mattress

[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
Talkin' dumb have yo mommy hearin' sad news
Slide through, masked up like a raccoon
Bad b*tch, had to take her to the back room
Beat it up while she rubbing on my tattoos
f*ck talkin', girl show me what that ass do
No sympathy for hoes
Talk dumb, they get slapped too
Tryna cuddle b*tch--you know it ain't that cool
No free love--I ain't nothing like yo last dude
Keep it on me, 40' with a stick like bamboo
Spring break, tryna take a trip to Cancun
All these bands got my old b*tch actin' brand new
That's yo girlfriend?
Give a f*ck--she can get ran too
Call me Wayne or BG, I'm a hot boy
You n*ggas thought it was good
But it's not boy
Middle finger to the cops
Round' here we pop boys
Rockin' with this plastic, no steel--this a Glock, boy
Got no time or no words for a bum b*tch
Off a four, got me leaning like a bum kick
Feelin' like a porn star the way I bust sh*t
And feelin' like Usain the way I run sh*t
Bro man move that yellow like a taxi
My little n*ggas with the sh*t--better ask Theze
Game time, we get active like a athlete
Let the mac squeeze
Catch these bullets like Crabtree
40' like a stop sign, cause that b*tch keep a post
Got a Glock 23'
Had to get it two-toned
Can't fit it in my jeans cause the clip too long
Whole gang buffed up--all my n*ggas too strong
And to get my bread right, a n*gga had to do wrong
No Drake but this wood got me so far gone
Feelin' like Kevin Gates--gotta keep two phones
And f*ckin' three b*tches like I got two clones
Little n*gga
[Hook: Yhung T.O.]
How you claimin' a hood you don't hang in?
How you broke but you ain't tryna change it?
I need less talk and mo' payments
One shot out this Glock make you famous
Baby could you throw that ass backwards?
Wish my last b*tch a casket
My new b*tch far from average
And I'm still tuckin' money in the mattress