Back of da Beeper lyrics

by

ICYTWAT


[Intro: A$AP Rocky & ICYTWAT]
Woah
Clip on my (Clip)
Woah (Goddamn)
Clip on my (Clip)
God- b*tch
Clip on my hip like the back of da beeper (Woah, clip on my)
Clip on my hip like the back of da beeper (Woah, b*tch)
Clip on my hip like the back of da beeper (Woah, clip on my)
Clip on my hip like the back of da beeper (Woah)
Clip on my hip like the back of da beeper (What? Goddamn)
Clip on my hip like the back of da beeper (Yeah, yeah, clip on my)

[Verse: ICYTWAT]
Turn his ass to a doink
Turn his ass to a pack
Pour his ass in a cup
He ain’t never comin’ back (Nope)
I’m tryna f*ck a n*gga up (Damn)
I’m tryna get a n*gga whacked
I’m tryna get a n*gga beat (Ok)
Mama call, she like, “Boy, what the f*ck is up in yo head?” (Yo head)
I’m ’bout to pray
Yo hoe alone, ‘boutta bust on ha face
Wit’ yo hoe alone, told her, “Come to L.A.”
These n*ggas want smokе, told him “Give me da date”
And I’m not, I’ma-
[Verse: THOTO & ICYTWAT]
I know, I can gеt ‘em whacked
I know, I can get ‘em touched
Forty [?] not comin’ back
These n*ggas never wit’ nun of dat
My n*ggas ready with all of that
Takin’ yo b*tch, you can’t get her back
f*ckin’ that b*tch and I break her back
f*ckin’ that b*tch and I break her back
Fixin’ the back like a chiropract
Whippin’ my wrist like a maniac
Damn it lil n*gga, you [?]
f*ck you lil n*gga, you spin my acts
I’m saying, like you said in the past
Oh my god, that’s the biggest f*ck up, I’m sorry
I like my money and they go (Go)
I mean [?]
Know that’s yo b*tch and she gon’ choose
Told that b*tch just to go and move
These n*ggas hiding up in the crib
f*ck it, I’m goin’ [?]
I know this sh*t that they won’t do
They want swag, I sent the clone through
Thottie feel like a quarterback
I’m like [?]
Hol’ up, this lean, I need detox (Act)
Feel like a fiend, I need detox (Act)
He calling, said he want his money back
I thought it was clean, it was [Reaper?] (Uh)
I hit that lil boy with da BeatBox
Ran off on ass wit’ them [?]
[Verse: A$AP Rocky]
These n*ggas frail, these n*ggas soft I can tell, these n*ggas hoes
They hoes at the show I can tell, there were some hoes in the cell
Showin' and tell
These n*ggas old, n*ggas need to throw in a towel
You're nothing but [head?]
My momma once told me stop showing your tail (Showin' my ass)
Necklace is flooded with stones (yeah) roll with the Chrome (Chrome)
But they know that it's Hearts, they know that it's Comme
These pearls ain't Chanel, Three Six, Three Six, Three Six, seven count it up
Run it up, spell it
You sh*ttin', I think that I smell it, get it (Yeah, one)
Po' up the wocky, these n*ggas wocky, keep me the glocky
For the wockesha n*ggas is taxin
Pour up a half in a beaker, my b*tch a lil diva
An actress, a singer
She got her own bag, only ask for the feature
(Uh)
For a line at the phone, the phone
And ain't pouring the more (Uh)
Imagine my cup with a glass of the beeper
Back me an eater, smashing the back of the Beamer (Uh)
Got a sack of the reefers
I don't tax, it's cheaper
Got a clip on my hip like the back of the beeper (Uh)
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