Back Of The Bach lyrics

[Intro: CEO Trayle]
Yeah, go (Dubba-AA flex)
I'm in the back of the 'Bach of this b*tch, in the back of the 'Bach of this b*tch, yeah (Winning lottery numbers coming up)
I'm in the back of the 'Bach with a stick, in the back of the 'Bach with this b*tch, yeah
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[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
Uh, yeah, I'm in the back of the 'Bach of this b*tch, in the back of the 'Bach with the b*tch, yeah
I was just talkin' 'bout hits with the jits, say lil' bro told me pass him a switch, yeah
Backdoor'll black when he pass on the b*tch and that b*tch, who she arguin' with? Yeah
Tired of the all the Samarian sh*t, finna get that sh*t, Audamars, Jeep, yeah

[Verse: CEO Trayle]
My mama said don't call my phone 'cause when I'm on the phone it's a blitz, yeah
Trackhawk, I'm takin' off on the crackers so much that I'm callin' 'em Ritz, yeah
Maybach painted it black with the black on the black, so dark in this b*tch
Yeah, I poured up Quagen, no pie, I pour Tris, I want my cup lookin' dark in this b*tch, yeah
I don't really like that light-skinned b*tch, want me some darker lil' sh*t
b*tch silent, she underwater suckin' that di*k, look at her gargle and sh*t, yeah
See this sh*t clear, Gucci goggle and sh*t, you don't want that b*tch 'cause we be swappin' spit
When Dubba-AA shake his head, know it's a hit
n*gga play with the game, then he know it's a hit
Brrt, my phone still chirpin', ayy, I'm on the Washington Road still workin'
Jay-Z, Washington Road on the person
I don't wanna talk to the b*tch, I want Perkies
b*tch, what you bring to the table? Your purpose?
Don't f*ck with him 'cause that sh*t'll resurface
Me and my b*tch count the chicken like churches
And me and my jit in the car singin' verses
Yeah, he know his daddy a rapper., smacker, trapper, bad b*tch clapper (Yeah)
High-speedin', 12 got 'em callin' for backup (Ayy)
I don't want that b*tch, tell that lil' b*tch to back up
Hit the b*tch off the Perkies and mack her
I show goner, so nothin' don't matter
I eat the b*tch, put the b*tch on a platter
On the block with my Js, hundred shots for the jackers
Uh, yeah, yeah, she said, "Take your vitamins, bae"
Ayy, f*ck that n*gga. I ain't like him, no way
Put the bread on his head, bet they found him today
It's the big old Backdoor in this b*tch, Dubba-AA
I can't listen to what the lil' b*tch tryna say
Hit the b*tch, dropped her off and I caught me a play
If you lookin' for folks, then the folks with the Js, folk
[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
Uh, yeah, I'm in the back of the 'Bach of this b*tch, in the back of the 'Bach with the b*tch, yeah
I was just talkin' 'bout hits with the jits, say lil' bro told me pass him a switch, yeah
Backdoor'll black when he pass on the b*tch and that b*tch, who she arguin' with? Yeah
Tired of the all the Samarian sh*t, finna get that sh*t, Audamars, Jeep, yeah

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