Backstabbers lyrics

[Verse]
These n*ggas backstab
One wrong move, you a hashtag
I be in the trap straight geekin' off a Lortab
Boy, you ain't the plug, stay sellin' out the quarter back
n*gga, I'm a quarterback
I just left Neiman, 'bout to take this lil' whore to Saks
Eatin' big plates, got the lobster with a side of mac
b*tches don't know how to act
So I went to jump her off and tell the b*tch to holler back
n*ggas copy like key codes
But I got the Glock when I'm lookin' through the peephole
Brodie in the back got more tools than a depot
I ain't never asked for it, wanna get it on my own
Got my n*ggas blast for it, we'll bring it to your home
They ain't never really take some', see me
They don't even know what it's like to be me
Smokin' out a P
Real bad b*tch and you know that she mean
Think this sh*t gettin' old
Still never gon' sell my soul
Just wait 'till the story get told
They gon' lie
n*ggas want me dead, but I don't die
Think I'm livin' for forever 'till this sh*t on fire
Not too fast, cross the line
I don't brag 'cause I want mine
I can't lack 'cause I got time
Think I'm too high
I'm just tryna live my life (I'm just tryna live my life)
I can never do sh*t right (I can never do sh*t right)
Still gon' do what I like (Still gon' do what I like)
Still never takin' advice (Still never takin' advice)
Real bad b*tch sittin' all in my kitchen (Real bad b*tch sittin' all in my kitchen)
Made the b*tch clean my dishes (Made the b*tch clean my dishes)
She fulfill all of my wishes (She fulfill all of my wishes)
She a lil' baby who listen
Hundred bands, hundred bands all in my vision
Double G, print V on my lenin
Spent that check, can't tell I miss it
I done got me a bag, lil' GUCCI went ignant
I just robbed my plug then a n*gga went missin'
Tryna save his life like please just listen
We don't give no f*cks, we gon' hit 'em with extensions
He a tweetin' ass n*gga, he gon' hit me in my mentions
Spent one whole check on just two lenses
Got Versace on my body and my b*tch lookin' prissy
Got a big Backwood, this sh*t big p*ssy
On another n*gga di*k, swear these n*ggas big sissies
Pulled up on a b*tch, gave my di*k big kisses
I ain't even touch her, I just let the b*tch begin it
R.I.P. my brodie, know I'm comin' with a vengeance
Watch me run up in your house, like I'm the owner, you the tenant
I've been smokin' green, you cannot tell me it is spinach
Made a couple n*ggas, look at what I had invented
I'm on too many drugs, I might go and crash the Bentley
Think these b*tches in love, but we ain't talk past the minute
Go grab the semi, blast at the minions
Toe-tag, my n*ggas, I might tag ya minion
I with the éses, I with the vatos
Look at my body, you know I tatted a Pablo
And we swervin' steady cruisin' the potholes
n*ggas steady losin', I be eatin' at Roscoe's
Did it on my own, ain't a n*gga that I owe
I be goin' hard, everywhere is a high zone
He like a hot cone sittin' on my throne
Doin' it my way, you cannot tell me that I'm wrong
Goin' to tip-top
He be talkin' sh*t, I put his b*tch in a wrist lock
Bet she gonna f*ck, I got them panties on drip-drop
Still won't lip-lock
I ain't kiss the ho, I know you done kissed her
I won't miss a ho, I know you done missed her
Preachin' to the choir, call me GUCCI the bishop
n*ggas be rip-off
Pull up with the Glocky and the .30 and pistol
I might do some molly but my n*ggas will sniff some'
Scratchin' my list off, this is no issue
Real slimy sh*t, get these n*ggas a tissue
Craziest it's the n*ggas that you help that'll diss you
But I'ma play it cool 'till I shoot off a missile
Lettin' this sh*t go, cold like a igloo
I don't give a f*ck, b*tch, I shine like a crystal
Cool young n*gga like to smoke on the menthol
Cool young n*gga, I be f*ckin' your b*tch, bro
[Outro]
Cool young n*gga like to smoke on the menthol
Cool young n*gga, I be f*ckin' your b*tch, bro