Back Stabbers

Lyrics

[Intro] (I hear you, JAY C) [Verse 1: CashClick Boog] Don't give a fuck about a label, the trap slappin' The safe full with so much currency 'cause I'm cash havin' Tryna meet face-to-face to do a feature, just Cash App me Remy told me stop sippin' lean, them my bad habits Off a Perc', beat the pussy up, I'm a jackrabbit Hollow tip touch your torso like a backscratcher Hit the D and everybody show me love, just ask Bla$ta Just blew a hundred racks on some lean, boy, I'm ass-backwards [Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG] I can't run around actin' like I'm rich, I'm asthmatic If I'm in a situation where I run, I blast backwards Brown box with the bubble wrap, that's a glass casket Nigga ran up on me while I'm in the Bay, I let Bla$t blast him Half a brick is eighteen O's, it's mathematics I ain't got no pocket space for the pape', I'ma backpack it Glock already got one in the head, don't gotta rack back it I love a pretty bitch with good credit that act ratchet [Verse 3: CashClick Boog] Bitch, what time you on? Picked up my first Glock, I was nine years old Remember I ain't have eleven cents, couldn't buy no Girbauds But now I'm rich and I spend most of my time in a Rolls Noddin' off in the stu', Rich like, "Bitch, you blinkin'" Every time I pull through the Ritz, they be like, "Bitch, you famous" If she ain't got a Rollie on her wrist, then that bitch too basic Stay at the trip, then I'm back to the strip tryna get new paper [Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG] Only reason dog got a pass 'cause he was with his baby The first time I drunk Actavis, I was with my auntie I still can't believe them ho-ass niggas told on KD How the fuck do you know JC and you ain't smoke with A-Lee? I'm tired of drinkin' cough syrup, I'm on phase three But it's crazy, I got to day three and poured an eight of lean If he got some money and his kids starvin', that ain't G Spank somethin' on camera with a ski mask on, bro, that ain't me [Outro: Rio Da Yung OG] Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga You know what the fuck goin' on CashClick, yeah From the Bay to the hood From the Bay to the Flint Town, that's how we get down Got this 'za play right now, I need fifty-six pounds We get— alright now We get fifty cent an ounce for the Actavis Y'all niggas ain't— Ayy, ayy, Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, shit on the floor