Backstreet lyrics

[Chorus]
I be four deep, one me
Three choppers, b*tch they on the front seat
Pull in on the backstreet, in somethin' real lowkey
First n*gga make the wrong move, it's OV

[Verse 1]
I got real OG and it's goin' for 23
You can get a whole P of this gas it's sticky
All I know is stick talk, shoot him 'til he can't breathe
Coroner had to pick him up, they found that n*gga musty
I done sold so many bags from Zone 6 to Zone 3
Known to terrorize them sh*ts, gang task can't stand me
I'm on my Taliban sh*t, wrap 'em like a mummy
He thought he bought a real brick, b*tch that was a dummy

[Chorus]
I be four deep, one me
Three choppers, b*tch they on the front seat
Pull in on the backstreet, in somethin' real lowkey
First n*gga make the wrong move, it's OV

[Verse 2]
Stick chop a n*gga up, hibachi
f*ck a white flag, pus*y n*gga, I don't know peace
I don't do no drivebys, I just walk up on feet
I'm the nightmare of the 6, Friday 13th
Never catch me down bad, I keep the Glock on me
It's a thirty clip, I ain't got but hollows only
You left your son to be a bast*rd and his mama lonely
I should've been a Casper, late night creepin' lonely
[Chorus]
I be four deep (Four deep), one me (One me)
Three choppers, b*tch, they on the front seat
Pull in on the backstreet, in somethin' real lowkey
First n*gga make the wrong move, it's OV