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Takeoff

"Back Hurt"

[Hook: Quavo]
I'm a lucky bast*rd, my car like Dukes of Hazzard
I never had a ghostwriter, I'm afraid of Casper
I f*cked her one time, then my homie f*cked right after
Always keep it real, I ain't never been an actor
All these racks make my motherf*cking back hurt
All these racks make my motherf*cking back hurt
All these racks make my motherf*cking back hurt
All these racks make my motherf*cking back hurt

[Verse 1: Quavo & Takeoff]
Big bowl of money, I look like big bowl of money
Got a Tommy on the Kawasaki, blowing out an onion
Takeoff Frank Lucas, I got 'em itching
They addicted to Bobby and Mr. Whitneys

And they drinking on Actavis what a feeling
Momma told me drink water, flush out my kidney

I'm a lucky bast*rd, dab, ooh, dagger
Your b*tch a happy camper got an iPhone she a snapper
I know some rappers but know some more trappers
They got more money than you rappers
Talk like that actor you smoking tobacco

My Louboutins stomp you out like I'm a Kappa
I’m gonna do my dab like the Heisman
I wanna coach, I’m Quavo O'Ryan
Look at the feds I know that they spying
I'm gonna disappear like I'm the Mayans
Hop in my rocket I bet they can't find me
f*ck all that bullsh*t and stop with this nonsense
These Benjamins and Jacksons got something in common
All of my n*ggas about money and violence

For real, for real, for real, this territory sh*t is real
f*ck how a n*gga gon' feel, I'm just gripping on the steel
Think I might go in Beverly Hills
Get a mansion about 28 M's

No Jack and Jill but I done been on the hill
Count it then I pop a seal


[Hook: Quavo]
I'm a lucky bast*rd, my car like Dukes of Hazzard
I never had a ghostwriter, I'm afraid of Casper
I f*cked her one time, then my homie f*cked right after
Always keep it real, I ain't never been an actor
All these racks make my motherf*cking back hurt
All these racks make my motherf*cking back hurt
All these racks make my motherf*cking back hurt
All these racks make my motherf*cking back hurt

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
I've been spending every penny
Monday up in Magic City
Sucking on them tig ol' bitties
Diamonds dancing on me like they Diddy
I've been feeling gritty but I'm looking pretty
I been popping b*tches like I'm Pretty Ricky
Got a bad b*tch and her name is Nicki
She be with the ménage and come from Philly
Yeah, swear that my father's killing me
All of these racks breaking my back
These dollars signs is crippling me
Yeah, I look in her eyes I'm an enemy
I come from the trap, my n*ggas attack
You won't recognize your family

[Hook: Quavo]
I'm a lucky bast*rd, my car like Dukes of Hazzard
I never had a ghostwriter, I'm afraid of Casper
I f*cked her one time, then my homie f*cked right after
Always keep it real, I ain't never been an actor
All these racks make my motherf*cking back hurt
All these racks make my motherf*cking back hurt
All these racks make my motherf*cking back hurt
All these racks make my motherf*cking back hurt

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