BACKSTREET

[Hook]

East side n***a run the backstreets, aye

I done seen nothing but the black streets, aye

N***a, go feed a brother, he gonna thank you later

But he ain't gonna buy you chains, you gotta switch your lane [x2]



[Verse]

Aye, introverted broke n***a

Aye, and the Uzi is what I need tote my n***a

Aye, put his picture on a carton, now he's been departed

But when he get out, he gonna make his diamonds dance retarded

Aye, let a n***a breathe, let a n***a see, aye

If a bitch too slim, she shady

Fire at her like marshall, when I cater

I don't knock her, I wait after 9, like a damn baby

Don't like my bitches basic

I'm sorry I called you that, you are amazing



[Hook]

East side n***a run the backstreets, aye

I done seen nothing but the black streets, aye

N***a, go feed a brother, he gonna thank you later

But he ain't gonna buy you chains, you gotta switch your lane [x2]



[Verse 2]

This is easy, what I tote is lethal

This pussies that weep on, bitch I got my weapon

This is murder season, I'm killing shit just for leisure

Two bodies, up top of bodied n***as, that just makes em equal

I lays it down, fix a n***a when I land, like it's lasik

I killed the treble, in the bass meant

I fill empty space, like galaxies, so there's no room

For your dumb shit, like really n***a

I just killed it, with a guillotine

Now really I just really pack it in

Ya'll too short to stand for shit, like an acronym

This is my teer, like I just cried here

You can talk all you want, but [insert insult here]

Your more empty to hear speak, than a damn Sears

I think it's clear, that even sequins could make

You look non coherent, fucking [queers]

Can't talk my talk, it's not generic, this isn't murder music

Nah, this is something you can't show to any parent [x2]