Later lyrics

[Chorus]
f*ck
Backdoor, Gen 5
Bump down on you with lil' twin
n*ggas ain't standing on business
Bump down on you in all black right now, you gon' sh*t your pants
Better have one up top
You better not shoot out all your ammo, you might gotta' run
12 tryna' piece this sh*t together, they know I got guns
Bump down, snatch his wallet
Give a f*ck if you got bodies, you still might try it
Bring out all my guns
I shoot this b*tch that I got, this sound like a riot
And my b*tch tryna' get her body right, she tryna' get on a diet
Whole gang went to the deep end, we sound like some motherf*ckin' pirates
Bump down on one of the scammers, "You cashing out?"
Oh, you be cashing out?
I don't gotta' break my neck, just look at the screen when I be backing out
If I gotta' run, I'm never gon' throw my wеapon
Lil' buddy tryna' take down the plug, the plug don't nеver be blessing
You gotta' have a burner in the field, this sh*t can get hectic
n*gga talking 'bout he ain't even got a gun, boy you better get out the trench