On That Back (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
(EarlOnTheBeat)
(Pyrex)
Go, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Uh, Uh, Uh
Durk, Durk, Durk
Lurk, Lurk, Lurk, Lurk, Look

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
These n*ggas be b*tches
Whip on switches then f*ck on your misses
So malicious, look at the militia
On a mission, they pray like the Christians
Talking sweet, rap you up like it's Christmas
She want di*k in her mouth, I'm a dentist
Entertaining, but I don't have interest
Got no stomach, she look like a gymnast
And she take inches
That's none of your business
Get the witness he ready to tell it all
Go call Nino, he ready to sell it all
Got a plug up in Portland he mail it off
Ain't no love in the streets, word to Durkio
Got a lightskin lil' b*tch, came from Turkey though
Ima beat on that back till' she cryin'
Ima beat on that back till' I can't no more
[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
.45 g-lock, tucked under tee top
Gucci high knee socks, free-brand Reebok's
Percocet pressed up, any drink, re-roc
Or I could make a diss song, I don't even beat-box
Chiraq n*ggas be Persian
Free number 9 got em goin' for a murder
Five baby mommas, I ain't trynna be on Maury
Steve got a chopper, make n*ggas nervous
Pop me a pill, no water I'm thirsty
And I got a block her down, she thirsty
I be with savages, hide in your alleyway
Talking to murder, ain't talking bout' battery
Mixing these drugs, I'm high like a galaxy
We don't like Reggie, it f*ck with our allergies
I bought an ounce before I got a Patek
Two blunts of runts and I think I'm gonna panic

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
My n*ggas stay with me and b*tches can't stand it
Bandannas in pockets like n*ggas was bandits
These n*ggas be b*tches, could tell by they antics
They do it for clout, then ask for a [?]
Only 21, but my life can get frantic
My neck on Atlantis, my lil b*tch, they high like Aladdin
Just got a lil check from E-8 for the manner
I'm getting paid to play on my momma, no cappin'
Your pus*y was good, but your attitude crappy
He said he gon' slap me, must look up to Slick Rick
Tryna' get shot in his eye, dumbass
Touch me it's lightning, I probably move too fast
I promise, they look over me like the Trojan
No one doing better, she lick like a letter
I c*m in her mouth, she said it make her wetter
Come up out that sweater, lemme see them titties
[Verse 4: Lil Durk]
High off the pills, don't be f*ckin' with xannies
n*ggas be b*tches, be tuckin' they panties
New York on a bike, got the Glock on the bench
See me, I'm too cool, but my brothers ain't friendly
I give her a drink and she f*ck on the camera
Murderers, robbers, I'm cool with the scammers
Margiela's, the neon way
He turnt a rat to a Beyoncé
Shoot out the cat, ain't see our face
Diamonds baguettes, that's the izzy way
Suck my di*k cause' she left, got the sh*tty face
b*tch at the crib and that's anyway
Black jeans with the zebra, Amiri way
Know some n*ggas that scheme, but they in the way
n*ggas caught on that scene, bullet penetrate
And you be in them foreigns, the rented way