"Unusual" lyrics
"Unusual"
BackDoor
(Ayo, Manzz)
Skrrt (Damn, Dior)
Uh, yeah
He different, unusual, that nigga confusin' you
Drac' sing like a musical
He only diss, tryna get views from you
I'm up, my views the roof (Uh)
My son said, "Dad, I'm tryna lose a tooth," yeah, "So I can get the money"
I told him, "You just like me and I'm just like you," my twin
If they hit the lights, then I'm gone in the wind
I'm feelin' like Khaled, I don't do shit but win
And I'ma stack the money way up to my shin
Keep goin', I'ma stack this shit up to my chin
Go get them rackaids way up, don't pretend
Mr. BackDoor, he done did it again
She wanna suck dick, I can't do shit but grin
They need to free YSL 'cause it's water
Send me my fifty bricks, that's what I ordered
Mexican plug come from way cross the border
Sold all the bags, now I'm fuckin' his daughter
Give me the mic', you must came for the slaughter
Ballin' like Mike 'til the fuckin' fourth quarter
On the block, tryna lock 'cause we loitered
Can't love a bitch, I think that's a disorder
Yeah, on the first and the fifteenth
What's a chop' to a motherfuckin' pip squeak?
Bitch gon' shut the fuck up when the pimp speak
Wanna up it, so don't fuckin' tempt me
Like a blade with a barber, we temp shit
Niggas hate me so much but don't know me
This lil' bitch gon' suck dick, she gon' blow me
I done saved that boy life, so he owe me (Owe me)
Magnum, she can't get hit with the Trojan
Trappin', I started rap with the proceeds
She wanna kick it with me like a goalie
I eat that pussy, she nut in my goatee
We was ridin' with the sticks. we was four deep
Hit his head, give that lil' boy a slow leak
And his bitch fuckin' me 'cause he so cheap
And he know he bet' not approach me
Big ol' boss bitch, I need me a trophy
My Caucasian lil' bitch named Sophie
She came way over here just to throat me
When I hit from the back, she say, "Choke me"
I'm outside, but C4, he be low-key
.223 and.57 is toasty
I be watchin' these fuck niggas closely
And he scared of me, like I'm ghostly
Ghost a bitch before she ghost me
Nigga, I was just smokin' on four Ps
Ayy, don't talk to me, bitch, like you know me
You another lil' bitch that I don't need
Got these chains on my neck and they froze me
After she sucked it, then she tried to close me
Go get the brick, my lil' baby, she drove me
After I left her, insane what she drove me (Drove me)
And this Cartier, don't know the time
With the shit, it look good on my wrist
I was whippin' the dope with the whisk
Ray J only needed one wish
Cut the dope, then I wash out my dish
Throw it off, Richard Bush with the kit
Cut her off, she didn't listen to shit, where the scissors at?
Said I love her, but I don't remember that
Halloween in November, I bring it back
In the Maybach, it's October though
They won't let me on stage 'cause I stole the show
I knew I was gon' do it, I'm 'posed to glow
Know the police is left, but I'm posted though
Why she mad 'bout a bitch that I posted though?
Bitches look at my fist where the diamonds glow
He different, unusual, that nigga confusin' you
Drac' sing like a musical
He only diss, tryna get views from you
I'm up, my views the roof (Uh)
My son said, "Dad, I'm tryna lose a tooth," yeah, "So I can get the money"
I told him, "You just like me and I'm just like you," my twin
If they hit the lights, then I'm gone in the wind
I'm feelin' like Khaled, I don't do shit but win
And I'ma stack the money way up to my shin
Keep goin', I'ma stack this shit up to my chin
Go get them rackaids way up, don't pretend
Mr. BackDoor, he done did it again
She wanna suck dick, I can't do shit but grin
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