[Intro: Arsx]
Na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Cyfal
What if I said, um

[Chorus: Arsx]
Oh, damn, baby got back
I be on track, lootin' crap with a mask
Black .45, 'lil strap on my lap
With a bad bitch, countin' up stacks and the cash
Oh, damn, baby got back
I be on track, lootin' crap with a mask
Black .45, 'lil strap on my lap
With a bad bitch, countin' up stacks and the cash

[Verse 1: Arsx]
Oh, really, I'm just here for intercourse
Hit reverse cow, spin that bitch 'round, send her home
I ain't never been the type to put a ring up on a ho
But if I like her, I'ma wife her
Then she end up on a post
Whoa, this will never ever be a home
You got no soul, basically, I'm talking to a ghost
'Lil vro, bouta hit him eight times in a row
I'ma hand him [?] three [?] both [?]
Yuh, it's the part where shawty get violent, uh
This is when we all start vibin', uh
This is when the joints get lighted
Y'all start wylin', another upon the eyelid
In a year, we'll be flying out private
If I'm honest, we're already on fly shit
So high, bitch, I'm flyer than a pilot
Try it, bruh, I got a touch like Midas
[Chorus: Arsx]
Oh, damn, baby got back
I be on track, lootin' crap with a mask
Black .45, 'lil strap on my lap
With a bad bitch, countin' up stacks and the cash
Oh, damn, baby got back
I be on track, lootin' crap with a mask
Black .45, 'lil strap on my lap
With a bad bitch, countin' up stacks and the cash

[Verse 2: 666SWISH]
Black .45, better blink for the bat
With a mag two times, my goon, she bad
Multiply my ice, made a fit two stack
Tell the bitch "square up," when I might just blast
One-sixty, pour up a shot, R.I.P. Whitney
White girl drinks, I drink with both Whitneys
Slide on a bitch I know won't be stingy
Shut up, yes, you're acting too kiddy
That boy P-Diddy
Move like gang, this eyes in my city
Tell DeeKay that a boy gotta slide
And need me a baddie, cop a new ride
Hop up inside, four badass biddies
Can't choose one, then take 'em all with me
P.I.M.P. move like Fiddy
Fashion fit, I step in too drippy
[Chorus: Arsx]
Oh, damn, baby got back
I be on track, lootin' crap with a mask
Black .45, 'lil strap on my lap
With a bad bitch, countin' up stacks and the cash
Oh, damn, baby got back
I be on track, lootin' crap with a mask
Black .45, 'lil strap on my lap
With a bad bitch, countin' up stacks and the cash

[Verse 3: DeeKay]
See me out in [?] I'ma [?] bad bitch
Runnin' on the scene like I'm 21 Savage
Ghostface killers, my jewelers ain't finna blow shit
Like a chopper, spittin' facts on the whole bitch
Everybody know I got the bag on me
Gettin' my bread up all on my lonely
Fuck with boys, your bitch is my homie
She wanna roll around and get on me
Like, whoa, on my rodeo
She just want me for the fuckin' dough
If your bitch is on my dick
I swear to God I hit it four times
I ran it back, four times I had the dash
Runnin' from the po'
If your bitch is on me, we gotta go
[Chorus: Arsx]
Oh, damn, baby got back
I be on track, lootin' crap with a mask
Black .45, 'lil strap on my lap
With a bad bitch, countin' up stacks and the cash
Oh, damn, baby got back
I be on track, lootin' crap with a mask
Black .45, 'lil strap on my lap
With a bad bitch, countin' up stacks and the cash