BackStroke lyrics

[Intro]
Now, our operation is small, but there is a lotta potential for aggressive expansion. So, which of you fine gentlemen would like to join our team?
Oh, there's only one spot open right now, so we're gonna have... tryouts

[Verse 1: JiggyMane Tha Plug]
Bet I hit a back stroke, on your motherf*ckin' b*tch (Yeah, what)
And you know dis n*gga, but you ain't doin' sh*t (b*tch, uh, damn)
Yet, you feedin' false lies with your fake ass tits (What)
di*k her down real good, now she run into her friends (Yeah)
Like the b*tch got the sh*t (What) expose a f*ck n*gga to the core
n*ggas got the iron like Thor, then I wonder how it fit in a drawer
You 'ddicted to the money, now you want more
Now you start robbin' couple stores (Ayy), 'Til you get caught
Now you sold a lil' hoe cause you ain't that smart, f*ck (Haha)
Hump me a thot, cause they lovin' for me
Too busy in the streets with my muthaf*ckin' heat (Hoe)
Yeah, you speakin' in tongues, I don't talk to cop n*ggas (Na)
You throwin' them L's, but you went from broad n*ggas
Stop posin' like you on a magazine, cover double-X L
Black tea when he's flashin', we put the molly in the water
Now the b*tch actin' geeked
Gettin' naked on the gram, 'cause her pictures got leaked
Put a couple pints in the Fanta (Ayy)
You could say that sh*t got bleached (Ayy)
Oh sh*t got real when my pops caught a stroke
Try to warn a n*gga but I wasn't with the sh*t (Huh)
Had to block a f*ck n*gga out, call that sh*t AdBlock
Every day, Friday, sold 'em trap, doin' state lock (What, what)
Especially from them cops (what, what)
Paranoia shootin' n*ggas, Polaroid, she lovin' suckin' me
Call that b*tch a carnivore, pass it to my n*gga X
So he tell you how it goes
[Interlude: JiggyMane Tha Plug]
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, X, boy, tell them n*ggas how it go, bruh (Ayy)

[Verse 2: XXXTENTACION]
Huh, ooh, skeet on em', beat on em' (Yuh)
Pass the molly, make me eat on her clit (Oh, God)
Like an actor, make a scene on the sh*t (Okay)
Ándale, ándale, ándale (Uh huh)
Eat her booty like a fender bender (Yeah, yeah)
Run up on 'em with a drain pipe
They say that she Dirty Dan, baby (Yeah, yeah)
Hold me when a b*tch not actin', like (Okay, okay, okay)
When I get down, I'm like give her the key (Uh huh)
I was surely f*ckin' runnin' the bank (Uh huh, okay)
All of my n*ggas is licensed to shoot
If you act a pus*y boy, you might get one in the brain (Yeah)
Free Band Junkie, D-side money
And tell them ass b*tches, and a n*gga know nothin' (Uh huh)
I ain't with the f*ckin' talkin', better slap me when you see me (Okay)
And time for a pus*y tell a f*ck n*gga, "run up" (Okay, okay, okay, okay)

[Outro: XXXTENTACION]
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