Comethazine - 1of1 Backendbaby

Aye, bitch Yeah, yeah Aye, come and get your mans Hoe Bitch, come and get your mans Aye, aye, aye Mans-mans-mans-mans Aye, come and get your mans I got this AK I might just pop him like a xan My bust down is shining hard, got diamonds on my hands (aye) When I'm sparking paint I fell in love with Benjamins That boy, he a dork ass nigga, he cannot pretend I just fucked his bitch, give no fucks, I might fuck again When I'm in L.A. I smoke the best, it's out the can Ride 'round with the drum on me, feel like I'm in a band Shoot him in the back of the head, shots come out his chin, aye Double cup with Hi-Tech in it, I don't sip the gin I don't want you slutty bitch, I just want your friend Lil' boy talkin' hella shit, but he won't talk again Aye, come and get your mans I got this AK I might just pop him like a xan My bust down is shining hard, got diamonds on my hands (aye) When I'm sparking paint I fell in love with Benjamins That boy, he a dork ass nigga, he cannot pretend I just fucked his bitch, give no fucks, I might fuck again When I'm in L.A. I smoke the best, it's out the can Ride 'round with the drum on me, feel like I'm in a band

D-d-don't you dare, don't do it How the fuck you expect me to act Sold crack in some old Air Max I tote straps 'cause I'm always solo Big stick, it look like a pogo Stick, fifty shots in the dick He got knocked out his fit Knocked out his shoes He got knocked out his kicks Got Dior on my fit, Dior on my shoes These hoes jumpin' dick to dick But you can't even trip You know they gon' choose This is a dirty stick But I still carry it with nothin' to lose I still know a couple niggas that I knew back in school They missin' some screws They'll really run up on niggas For a couple of hundred, a couple of blues So whenever it's drama time Me and all of mine, gon' be uppin' the tools Bitch we TTG Trained to go, ready for war, you ready to lose How the fuck you expect me to act Sold crack in some old Air Max I tote straps 'cause I'm always solo Big stick, it look like a pogo Stick, fifty shots in the dick He got knocked out his fit Knocked out his shoes He got knocked out his kicks Got Dior on my fit, Dior on my shoes How the fuck you expect me to act Sold crack in some old Air Max I tote straps 'cause I'm always solo Big stick, it look like a pogo Stick, fifty shots in the dick He got knocked out his fit Knocked out his shoes He got knocked out his kicks Got Dior on my fit, Dior on my shoes How the fuck you expect me to act Sold crack in some old Air Max I tote straps 'cause I'm always solo Big stick, it look like a pogo Stick, fifty shots in the dick He got knocked out his fit Knocked out his shoes He got knocked out his kicks Got Dior on my fit, Dior on my shoes How the fuck do you expect me to act Sold crack in some old Air Max I tote straps 'cause I'm always solo Big stick, it look like a pogo Stick, fifty shots in the dick He got knocked out his fit Knocked out his shoes He got knocked out his kicks Got Dior on my fit, Dior on my shoes

Is that Shoki on the beat? Yuh, aye (bitch) Yuh, aye Run from the cops in my V12, getting head with no seatbelt Ooh, Demi Lovato my bitch, but I'm still out here fucking these females Aye, I got two phones, but I don't text back bitch, hit my e-mail Yuh, chopper with a dick, fuck nigga you a bitch, give your ass like three shells Aye, run from the cops in my V12, getting head with no seatbelt Ooh, Demi Lovato my bitch, but I'm still out here fucking these females Aye, I got two phones, but I don't text back bitch, hit my e-mail Yuh, chopper with a dick, fuck nigga you a bitch, give your ass like three shells Aye, diamonds on a nigga, make me want to take a pic, feel like a self-portrait Yuh, count a lot of money, but it's still not enough, bitch, I'm tryna count more bread Yeah, I fuck that bitch and then fuck on her sister, I went and got more head Aye, I got a car on my neck and my wrist is the price of a moped Yeah, I fuck that bitch from the back, I put my hand on her forehead Aye, that bitch gonna suck on my dick, then I'ma nut on her forehead Yeah, I do not fuck with no cops, no, I do not fuck with no feds Ooh, yeah, bitch I'm the G.O.A.T., uh, at least that's what she said Aye, run from the cops in my V12, getting head with no seatbelt Ooh, Demi Lovato my bitch, but I'm still out here fucking these females Aye, I got two phones, but I don't text back bitch, hit my e-mail Yuh, chopper with a dick, fuck nigga you a bitch, give your ass like three shells Aye, run from the cops in my V12, getting head with no seatbelt Ooh, Demi Lovato my bitch, but I'm still out here fucking these females Aye, I got two phones, but I don't text back bitch, hit my e-mail Yuh, chopper with a dick, fuck nigga you a bitch, give your ass like three shells

I roll my weed up on her buttocks (-tocks) Cotton candy Faygo, my favorite soda Pop out in Diego, with Sandy no Spongebob (bob) More ammo than gun shop (shop) I'm not a crip, I'm a permanent blood clot I'm always lit, my eyes permanent bloodshot (bloodshot) Glued the Glock to my hip, this a permanent glick (glick) Permanently gotta piss with a stick (stick) I roll my weed up on her buttocks (-tocks) Cotton candy Faygo, my favourite soda Pop out in Diego (yeah), with Sandy no Spongebob (bob) More ammo than gun shop (shop) I'm not a crip, I'm a permanent blood clot (blood clot) I'm always lit, my eyes permanent bloodshot (bloodshot) Glued the Glock to my hip, this a permanent glick (glick) Permanently gotta piss with a stick (stick) Hustlin' flow be the rapper like Skinny Black Black hoes tryna ride like a piggyback Got a XD but it's not the one Disney at Try me, send 'em where 2Pac and Biggie at I'm Hall of Fame, I'm where 2Pac and Biggie at Calabasas, I'm livin' where Diddy at Pull my dick out bust a nut where her titty at Pull my stick out, bust a slug where his kidney at I like to bone so I keep me a Jimmy at Footlong, like where John and Jimmy at Put the hood on like Trayvon Martin (Martin) Phone home, E.T like martian Can't control me when I spark shit Might take two spots up when I'm parkin' And convertible whips I get fidgety Can't let 'em do me like John F. Kennedy I roll my weed up on her buttocks (-tocks) Cotton candy Faygo, my favourite soda Pop out in Diego, with Sandy no Spongebob (bob) More ammo than gun shop (shop) I'm not a crip, I'm a permanent blood clot I'm always lit, my eyes permanent bloodshot (bloodshot) Glued the Glock to my hip, this a permanent glick (glick) Permanently gotta piss with a stick (stick) I roll my weed up on her buttocks (-tocks) Cotton candy Faygo, my favourite soda Pop out in Diego (Yeah), with Sandy no Spongebob (bob) More ammo than gun shop (shop) I'm not a crip, I'm a permanent blood clot (blood clot) I'm always lit, my eyes permanent bloodshot (bloodshot) Glued the Glock to my hip, this a permanent glick (glick) Permanently gotta piss with a stick (stick)

Grow up, nigga (Yeah, we with it nigga) (Yeah, we did it nigga, we the ones who shot at you, and slid by) (We with it nigga) Bitch, yuh Let's get it nigga, yeah I brought a pole, but we can fist fight We did it nigga, we the ones who shot at you, and slid by We with it nigga, we don't do the joke and tell the opps that they can get it nigga Creep up on him, blacked out, he won't know what hit him Bitch I told you, we don't back down, then we had to get him (Yeah) Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle I don't got no time for yo' ass, you ain't my type Big thighs, big tits, big ass, that's what I like Big sticks, big clips, big gas, story of my life I remember them days out on that block, I had to get right Setting up shop hand full of crack rock I ball my fist tight This 10 inch, this very long stick, that's what your bitch like A bitch nigga, a man who act like hoe, that's what I dislike A wig splitter, the ammo in this pole that take a bitch life Let's get it nigga, yeah I brought a pole, but we can fist fight We did it nigga, we the ones who shot at you, and slid by We with it nigga, we don't do the joke and tell the opps that they can get it nigga Creep up on him, blacked out, he won't know what hit him Bitch I told you, we don't back down, knew we had to get him (Yeah) Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow Grah, grah, the MACs out, sing his ass a riddle