Background lyrics

[Chorus]
Thugging for real n*gga, I don't give a f*ck 'bout your background (Background)
Keep the MAC round, put my mask up and put it back down (Skirt)
Hanging out that window with that chopstick, wet your back down
n*gga that's a fact, I cross a track thugging, all black down
Put my life on the line for this sh*t, I score the touchdown (Touchdown)
First he was icy, 'til I robbed him for his bust down (Bust down, n*gga)
Pillow talking to these hoes, n*gga f*cking up the trust now (Yeah)
No more guts fried chicken, I'm picking like a duck now (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
No more duck, duck, goose (Yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna knock your noodles (Yeah, yeah)
Turn that boy to steak, medium-well, cook him like some food (Food)
Blow your brains on the floor, breaking news, we broke the rules (Rules)
I was 16 in school, pulling up on 22s (Yеah)
Running up the money
I work hard for that Chev' on 24s, thеy stole it from me
I'm the type of lil' n*gga pull down, kill you and your oldest homie
I swear to God, Oscu he say "I got a shoulder on me" (Shoulder on me)
I tote a shoulder strap, cause I know the streets votin' on me (Votin' on me)
Wanna see me dead or jailed, in here that's how they votin' on me (Votin' on me)
[?], be careful with that sh*t, they [?] (Yeah, yeah)
Gotta be careful who you put in work with' cause they folded on me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I swear to God
[Chorus]
Thugging for real n*gga, I don't give a f*ck 'bout your background (Background)
Keep the MAC round, put my mask up and put it back down (Back down)
Hanging out that window with that chopstick, wet your back down (Rah, rah)
n*gga that's a fact, I cross a track thugging, all black down
Put my life on the line for this sh*t, I score the touchdown (Touchdown)
First he was icy, 'til I robbed him for his bust down (Bust down, n*gga)
Pillow talking to these hoes, n*gga f*cking up the trust now (Pillow talking-ass)
Told my old b*tch f*ck her, she can get hit by a bus now (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I cut hoes off for a living, P'
I'm a double OG and I got stripes like the referee (Referee)
Yeah, and I got the right artillery, got the type of sh*t'll knock your legs off 'fore you cross the street
Ready for war, n*ggas cold as sh*t, hit them with that heat pad (pus*y)
I dissed the opp, play it for the DJ for some feedback (Spin that back)
Rappers talk tough on them songs, behind closed doors getting T-bagged (n*ggas hoes)
n*ggas steady showing they envy me when I hop out the G-Wag' (b*tch ass)
I'm finna let go of shots, 'fore I take off I let the seat back (pus*y ass)
Toting that fire since elementary, I swear, I had to beat ass (Hoe ass)
You want a [?] one, we put them [?] up on your ass (b*tch)
I'm the type of n*gga that'll bring some sh*t up from the past so I can blast (Rah)

[Chorus]
Thugging for real n*gga, I don't give a f*ck 'bout your background (Background)
Keep the MAC round, put my mask up and put it back down (Back down)
Hanging out that window with that chopstick, wet your back down (Rah, rah)
n*gga that's a fact, I cross a track thugging, all black down
Put my life on the line for this sh*t, I score the touchdown (Touchdown)
First he was icy, 'til I robbed him for his bust down (Bust down, n*gga)
Pillow talking to these hoes, n*gga f*cking up the trust now (Yeah)
Told my old b*tch f*ck her, she can get hit by a bus now