[Intro]
(To get to the Backrooms [?])

[Verse 1: Bleood]
I'm wit' Mack in a Hellcat, come and get yo shit back
Yeah, you know we split that
Gen in crib, I hip that
[?], tryna eat my dick up like a Big Mac
Talk on 1c we gon' break his bones just like a Kit-Kat
That's yo' bitch? Yeah, I hit that
That's yo' block? Yeah, I spin [?]
This bit not tryna fuck wit' me, she know that I'm the big man
Stupid Glocks, out the mac
She wan' fuck, I'm her new man
In her crib like I'm Truman
Blacked out when I'm shootin'
She wan' fuck wit' me 'cause she know I stay up in the back
N***a why you say my name? I do not fucking know yo' ass
Same n***as that's telling me to go outside and touch some grass
It's the same n***as that don't got green up in they fuckin' pants
I got green, yeah, I got cash
[?]

[Verse 2: Nettspend]
Off a Mac, dropping [?]
Gonna slide on this kid, put that money on your head (Put that money on your head)
Sippin' green lean, we not sipping promethazine
Fighting like I'm Stephen Rowe, beat him up for talkin' mean
Just got that Glock, hit your fuckin' spleen
Bitch— when it stop, oh, give me hella things
And we gettin' Mac, taking everything
Jt rode runnin' we're takin' all your things
Ain't no rage quitting, in it for the fuckin' green
Fuck this shit, stealin' all your weed
Fuck this bitch, put it in her spleen
Fuck the blunt, I been feelin' weak