"Of Course" lyrics
(Stribb on the beat)
I said, "Of course," ayy
Said she wanna come, I said, "Of course," ayy
Said I wanted to do it, said, "Of course"
Switch from a Trackhawk to a Porsche
I was goin' north like in New York
On the Clearport, my snow bunny snort
They ready to die about this shit and go to court
You the chosen one, why you think you chosen for?
My bitch so fuckin' bad, you might think she's an escort
See the jakes, I hit the torque, I been hopped off the porch
Label tryna make me go on tour
Told my bitch, "What's mines is yours"
Fuck the opps, they dyin' for us
30 for 30, I was Backdoor Forbes
Backdoor, Backdoor, Backdoor
Don't fall into the trapdoor
'Member I was trappin' in shell toes
'Member I named myself Baby El Gato
Trackhawk from a Scat', though
Knowin' I'ma call my baby Baby Backdoor
Maybe I'm crazy for that, though
They know I came through the backdoor
My plain jane baguette, though
She got Tom Ford stilettos
I was growin' out the concretes in the ghetto
Tryna influence more, but they was stuck in the streets and will not let go
Millionaire prepared to give the streets and all the ghettos
Once I talk, they listen, play position and don't let go
I said, "Of course," ayy
Said she wanna come, I said, "Of course," ayy
Said I wanted to do it, said, "Of course"
Switch from a Trackhawk to a Porsche
I was goin' north like in New York
On the Clearport, my snow bunny snort
They ready to die about this shit and go to court
You the chosen one, why you think you chosen for?
You should order somethin', more than one
Go to war for this shit, I care 'bout this deeply
Songs on repeat
Trackhawk, beep, beep
Niggas gon' hate me
Who is that bitch he with? Lil' KP
Ooh, the stick gon' kick, don't play me
It don't take no rocket science to figure your bitch with me on daily
Love my Glock like Marshall love his Hailie
And the bitch, I'm concentrating
Ol' Big Backdoor gon' turn to a monster, make me
Really just compensate me
Know C4 a bomb, don't detonate me
Don't connect no safety
Knowin' I'ma slam that bitch like Tracy
R.I.P. Anthony, not Casey
I said, "Of course"
Said she wanna come, I said, "Of course"
Said I wanted to do it, said, "Of course"
Switch from a Trackhawk to a Porsche
I was goin' north like in New York
On the Clearport, my snow bunny snort
They ready to die about this shit and go to court
You the chosen one, why you think you chosen for?
I said, "Of course," ayy
Said she wanna come, I said, "Of course," ayy
Said I wanted to do it, said, "Of course"
Switch from a Trackhawk to a Porsche
I was goin' north like in New York
On the Clearport, my snow bunny snort
They ready to die about this shit and go to court
You the chosen one, why you think you chosen for?
My bitch so fuckin' bad, you might think she's an escort
See the jakes, I hit the torque, I been hopped off the porch
Label tryna make me go on tour
Told my bitch, "What's mines is yours"
Fuck the opps, they dyin' for us
30 for 30, I was Backdoor Forbes
Backdoor, Backdoor, Backdoor
Don't fall into the trapdoor
'Member I was trappin' in shell toes
'Member I named myself Baby El Gato
Trackhawk from a Scat', though
Knowin' I'ma call my baby Baby Backdoor
Maybe I'm crazy for that, though
They know I came through the backdoor
My plain jane baguette, though
She got Tom Ford stilettos
I was growin' out the concretes in the ghetto
Tryna influence more, but they was stuck in the streets and will not let go
Millionaire prepared to give the streets and all the ghettos
Once I talk, they listen, play position and don't let go
I said, "Of course," ayy
Said she wanna come, I said, "Of course," ayy
Said I wanted to do it, said, "Of course"
Switch from a Trackhawk to a Porsche
I was goin' north like in New York
On the Clearport, my snow bunny snort
They ready to die about this shit and go to court
You the chosen one, why you think you chosen for?
You should order somethin', more than one
Go to war for this shit, I care 'bout this deeply
Songs on repeat
Trackhawk, beep, beep
Niggas gon' hate me
Who is that bitch he with? Lil' KP
Ooh, the stick gon' kick, don't play me
It don't take no rocket science to figure your bitch with me on daily
Love my Glock like Marshall love his Hailie
And the bitch, I'm concentrating
Ol' Big Backdoor gon' turn to a monster, make me
Really just compensate me
Know C4 a bomb, don't detonate me
Don't connect no safety
Knowin' I'ma slam that bitch like Tracy
R.I.P. Anthony, not Casey
I said, "Of course"
Said she wanna come, I said, "Of course"
Said I wanted to do it, said, "Of course"
Switch from a Trackhawk to a Porsche
I was goin' north like in New York
On the Clearport, my snow bunny snort
They ready to die about this shit and go to court
You the chosen one, why you think you chosen for?
Writer(s): Bryan Michael Stribling, Justin Bell
