Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] Let me get in my bag Ayy Bitch, hmm [Chorus: Duffy] I need that backend, I'm through the back door We just tore the club up, I ain't never showed an ID, nigga Neiman and Marcus my homies, I'm known to get fly, never been a white tee type of nigga Ice on me and my whole gang eat Bitch, we highly favored, don't mind my niggas Outside, Glock right by me, nigga Hit the block up, they know OTM did it [Verse 1: Duffy] She like how I mud walk, bitch, I be poured If it's one thing for sure, we got straps at the show They want that old OTM, we done grew up a bit, but I told you we back in that mode Jump out of foreigns with poles, that beef on the floor if he playin' with me and my bros I get dough, I like hoes, she ain't one of those then that bitch gotta go Put on my shiesty, forget about music My circle stay small, we don't do no recruitin' Poppin' my grease, all these niggas my juniors These niggas ain't shooters, they tough on computers I just get to it, I don't know nothin' Was takin' a bus, bitch, we came from the struggle Don't ask me what's up in this Louis V duffel Uchies and 'bows and a Glock with a button Plus one on my hip, I empty the clip Racks on me, ridin' in a coupe with a weapon I just ran up some brand-new blue strips In a James Bond Benz like 007 We need some cups, stop at 7-Eleven Niggas fugazy, they fold under pressure Niggas be fakin', shit, I can't relate Get the fuck out my face, you ain't tryna get paid [Chorus: Duffy] I need that backend, I'm through the back door We just tore the club up, I ain't never showed an ID, nigga Neiman and Marcus my homies, I'm known to get fly, never been a white tee type of nigga Ice on me and my whole gang eat Bitch, we highly favored, don't mind my niggas Outside, Glock right by me, nigga Hit the block up, they know OTM did it [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] Pile on the floor, don't mind that, nigga Tough guy, buckeye, cockback hit him Slime B twelve, I got racks in the middle "P, where you at?" I'm in the Jax with my auntie I don't trust you, don't trust me, trust me Pay me, bitch, don't fuck me or suck me Trip out on a nigga like I'm high off a mushroom Slurred evil thoughts like it must be the codeine Payed an awful lot for this piece, don't touch it Wack jumper, nah, bitch, I'm shootin' at the buzzer Ejected off the coupe, all it take is one button Neiman and Marcus, they both my cousins Line a nigga up, you want a tape or a mullet? Go against the guys, leave his head in the gutter 12 in the rear, guess it's time to burn rubber Rush-hour genttime, poured a Chris Tucker She suckin' right now, why the fuck you keep buggin'? Too much kick on the K, had to slap on a muzzle See a fan up in traffic, I throw up The Mussle I don't do the white tees with my L&R hoodie [Outro: Duffy] I need that backend, I'm through the back door We just tore the club up, I ain't never showed an ID, nigga Neiman and Marcus my homies, I'm known to get fly, never been a white tee type of nigga Ice on me and my whole gang eat, bitch, ayy Ayy Hit the block up, they know OTM did it, bitch Yeah Niggas know what the fuck goin' on Yeah, long live the Ruler