"Backdoor Mayweather" lyrics

Yea
Percs make my day better
Big Backdoor May uh
Big Backdoor
Uh
Yea

Percs make my day better
Big Backdoor Mayweather
I fucked her way better
He tryna aim at us
Armor trucks plated up
Get the cheese grated up
Teachers tried grading us
That money upgraded us

Up choppa I don't fuss
Big Pop, pop out the cut
I had came up out the rut
And then I had found a slut
It was in the school zone
So they put another charge
Give no fuck who's home
Better have some burglar bars
Know bro nem rich just like me
So we be switching cars
She said she sick of Icey
But that's my fuckin dawg
Know most of these niggas don't like me
They try to play it off
CEO Trayle type beat not my type of beat at all
Some young niggas call it money
Old niggas call it duckets
Niggas say cheese, pape, fetti
I want all it fuck it
Baby better have some bread
Or I won't hardly touch it
First he was hating on C4
Then he had kicked the bucket
Make sure he weigh that up
Start off the day we up
Poured a deuce I recupped
They treat you niggas like pups
Tell him his time is up
We was doing designer drugs
If you can't find a plug
That mean ya trap slow as fuck
Gang member throw that up
Lane switcher ima pull up
She suck till she get hiccups
And then CC her cups
That's me beep beep pull up
I was in the street grew up
Know that shit on me it's tucked
High speed from the police he bucked

Percs make my day better
Big Backdoor Mayweather
I fucked her way better
He tryna aim at us
Armor trucks plated up
Get the cheese grated up
Teachers tried grading us
That money upgraded us