Backstreet

Lyrics

[Intro: Ralfy the Plug] They ain't gon' catch me in no backstreet, I be where the cash be (Smoov, what's good, baby?) [Chorus: Ralfy the Plug] You ain't gon' catch me on no backstreet, I be where the cash be I'm a young coach, but I be ballin' like an athlete Ain't tryna chill, I like smackin' on ass cheeks I can triple up, I do numbers, I'm a math geek Bitch, I like fuckin' other hoes, so don't harass me You can pay me for my goodies, this not a pantry My hitman crazy, he shoot babies, fuck a Plan B The corny type, you be chillin' where the Stanleys be [Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug] You the type be fuckin' on hoes with manly feet 2Greedy Stinc Team, whole fam elite In this bitch with two straps, Yosemite Ridin' in this foreign vehicle with ten felonies Bitch, I keep it on me, just don't tell on me The multicolor-froze diamonds look like LED Flu flammin' with ski ski, you couldn't tell it's me? I know that's Nature Boy, Ralfy, you can smell the tree Get on the beat and talk crazy with no melodies I can teach you how to be a player, I'm Bill Bellamy We got green, who you seen with more celery? I'm from the Stinc Team, who competin'? 'Cause we better than, the Plug [Chorus: Ralfy the Plug] You ain't gon' catch me on no backstreet, I be where the cash be I'm a young coach, but I be ballin' like an athlete Ain't tryna chill, I like smackin' on ass cheeks I can triple up, I do numbers, I'm a math geek Bitch, I like fuckin' other hoes, so don't harass me You can pay me for my goodies, this not a pantry My hitman crazy, he shoot babies, fuck a Plan B The corny type, you be chillin' where the Stanleys be [Verse 2: PlayerrWays] I smack the foreign like a bucket, alright for the blade Like Ben, Pimpin, can I have your bitch 'cause she look good with Playerr? Balmain on my platforms on the hood, yeah, I'm doin' great I had to get up 'cause they only love you when you up some K's I'm gettin' to it, I'm so thirsty, want it bad baddest Diamonds covered on me but I'm still up in my feelings bad I drown in my exotic pops, I need like three pinks I'm my own therapy my opps tell me through these things Every time I go and spin the block, I'm foreigned up or nothing Knock-knock artist, every time I hit, so much money I'm thumbing I'm bashin' through these rentals daily, I'm a rock star Can I get some money? I'm just tryna smack another wall [Outro: PlayerrWays] Yeah, bitch, Rich [?] Gang, bitch, all that, dead homies, Stinc Team run LA, bitch, long live the Ruler, bitch All that Yeah