"BACK STREET" lyrics

Hey, huh (Say, Chance, that beat all the way retarded)
He got it, hah, hell nah
If I ain't pulled up
Alright, stay there
Huh, nigga

Alright, we push up, check a nigga, what's happenin'?
Slide the roof, think that young nigga lackin'
Pop out shootin', no talkin', straight clappin'
On the Fairstreet the BP, I'm lookin' for Waddy
If I catch lil' bro, he grass, try to run from the Drac', get shot in the ass
They left lil' boy in his yard, should've been in the bed, he caught tryna take out the trash

Pull up old school, bumpin' Gucci
Fuck the Forgis, I go Rucci
Fuck the Purple jeans, I rock Ksubi
I'm from the Ave, I don't listen to Lucci
Catch that young nigga loafin, bet I do him bad
I want him to see me, jump out with no mask
He tried to pull off, but I canceled that plan
Step back with that Drac', bet I shoot through the glass
Put in a nigga in a box, let him diss on Flash
I'm in the Yo, smokin' hot by the bag
Bulletproof truck, Kel-Tec and a mask, slide through, drop some shells, tryna make a path
Man, these fuck nigga's cap, can't see me
By myself, meet an opp on the backstreet
He was bumpin', his gums all over that phone and he turned into an athlete

Alright, we push up, check a nigga, what's happenin'?
Slide the roof, think that young nigga lackin'
Pop out shootin', no talkin', straight clappin'
On the Fairstreet the BP, I'm lookin' for Waddy
If I catch lil' bro, he grass, try to run from the Drac', get shot in the ass
They left lil' boy in his yard, should've been in the bed, he caught tryna take out the trash