Backdoor Mayweather lyrics

[Intro]
(Icey, I'm so sick of you)
Yeah, Percs make my day better, uh
Big Backdoor May, uh
Big Backdoor, uh, yeah

[Chorus]
Percs make my day better, uh, Big Backdoor Mayweather, uh, uh
I f*cked her way better, uh, he tryna aim at us, uh
Armoured trucks plated up, I get these sh*ts, grade it up
My teachers try gradin' us, that money upgraded us

[Verse]
I don't trouble, I don't fuss, I'm big pop up out the cut
I had came up out the rut and then I had found a sl*t
It was in a school zone, so they put another charge
Give no f*ck 'bout who's home, better have some burglar bars
Know bro 'nem rich just like me, so we be switchin' cars
She said she sick of Icey, but that's my f*ckin' dog
Yeah, know most these n*ggas don't like me, they tried to play it off
CEO Trayle type beat, not my type of beat at all
Yeah, some young n*ggas call it money, old n*ggas call it duckets
Yeah, yeah, n*ggas say cheese, paper, fetty, I want all of it, f*ck it
Yeah, baby better have some bread or I won't hardly touch it
First he was hatin' on C4, then he had kicked the bucket
Make sure he weight that up, start off the day, we up
Pour the deuce, I re-cupped, they treat you n*ggas like pups
Tell him his time is up, we was doin' designer drugs
If you can't find a plug, that mean yo' trap slow as f*ck
Gang member, throw that up, lane switcher, I'ma pull up
She suck 'til she get hiccups, yeah, and then CC her cups
Yeah, that's me, beep, beep, pull up, yeah, I was in the street, grew up
Know that sh*t on me is tough, high speed from the police, he bucked
[Chorus]
Percs make my day better, uh, Big Backdoor Mayweather, uh, uh
I f*cked her way better, uh, he tryna aim at us, uh
Armoured trucks plated up, I get these sh*ts, grade it up
My teachers try gradin' us, that money upgraded us