"Back Rubbed" lyrics
(Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm)
Ghetto Boyz shit
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
I been through some of shit I need a back rub
I love drink so much, I wanna Act up
I came home from the feds, ran my racks up
I bought a sandwich bag it wasn't packed up
I made her count the dog shit, fucked her shellac up
Best words I heard in my life when they said, 'Pack up'
I went to the feds, slept in the little bed
I would've went state, but the pistol jammed
Coach Rio, I'm the whistle man
I got a platinum plaque with no radio play, you gotta listen, man
You the type that want a nigga hit your hand
Too much dog shit on me right now, I need some different pants
You are not gon' rob me, go try a different plan
Check out my left hand, it cost sixty grand
Jay the coochie, man, I'm the titty man
Hundred shots on the PLR, I don't fear any man
I can get the whole house swept for like twenty grand
So what the fuck you think them young boys gon' do if I drop fifty bands?
I love Ricky pants
I love Dickie Pants, I love Amiri pants
I like chrome heart, too, and Jordan Craigs
I'm a real street nigga, I'm not a Jordan head
She hit me with the head and put your boy to bed
They hit him in his leg, go get your boy a peg
I use this up close, I'ma destroy your head
I just recorded me fuckin' a Wock' paint, I'm the porno man
Don't text me 'bout no other ho, I ignore your ass
You heard he got a bag we'll extort his ass
Remember callin' Bud for a quarter, babe?
Came home from the feds on my shit, I threw a quarter at him
That's 25K, I really made a hundred racks, twenty-five days straight
Boy, he was up close with an AK
They hit his ass so many fuckin' times, they made him gain weight
Stop askin' who I am, look what my chain say
I never even looked on Johnny Dang Page
July, I'm poppin' out, I really can't wait
Like they let me off this bitch, I'm makin' one million in eight days
I might just make an M on the first day
Like 250K was my worst day
And all this shit profit, I wasn't rich in the first place
And I'd never go back to my birthplace
The shark in the pond
They shot him with a .308, they still can't find his arm
She actin' tough, when she leave, she goin to cry in the car
I gotta be Pete everything, I can't die on the curb
My distant lover, I'm dyin' without her
I been missin' my lil' brother, I been cryin' 'bout him
I ain't never put a eight in a nine bottle
I can't even stand up straight, I got a spine problem
All his life, he wanted to hit a lick and he died plottin'
All my life, I wanted to get rich, so I'ma die tryin'
That's why I'm rich now, 'cause I ain't dead yet
I just fucked, but I ain't never got the head yet
Ghetto Boyz shit
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
I been through some of shit I need a back rub
I love drink so much, I wanna Act up
I came home from the feds, ran my racks up
I bought a sandwich bag it wasn't packed up
I made her count the dog shit, fucked her shellac up
Best words I heard in my life when they said, 'Pack up'
I went to the feds, slept in the little bed
I would've went state, but the pistol jammed
Coach Rio, I'm the whistle man
I got a platinum plaque with no radio play, you gotta listen, man
You the type that want a nigga hit your hand
Too much dog shit on me right now, I need some different pants
You are not gon' rob me, go try a different plan
Check out my left hand, it cost sixty grand
Jay the coochie, man, I'm the titty man
Hundred shots on the PLR, I don't fear any man
I can get the whole house swept for like twenty grand
So what the fuck you think them young boys gon' do if I drop fifty bands?
I love Ricky pants
I love Dickie Pants, I love Amiri pants
I like chrome heart, too, and Jordan Craigs
I'm a real street nigga, I'm not a Jordan head
She hit me with the head and put your boy to bed
They hit him in his leg, go get your boy a peg
I use this up close, I'ma destroy your head
I just recorded me fuckin' a Wock' paint, I'm the porno man
Don't text me 'bout no other ho, I ignore your ass
You heard he got a bag we'll extort his ass
Remember callin' Bud for a quarter, babe?
Came home from the feds on my shit, I threw a quarter at him
That's 25K, I really made a hundred racks, twenty-five days straight
Boy, he was up close with an AK
They hit his ass so many fuckin' times, they made him gain weight
Stop askin' who I am, look what my chain say
I never even looked on Johnny Dang Page
July, I'm poppin' out, I really can't wait
Like they let me off this bitch, I'm makin' one million in eight days
I might just make an M on the first day
Like 250K was my worst day
And all this shit profit, I wasn't rich in the first place
And I'd never go back to my birthplace
The shark in the pond
They shot him with a .308, they still can't find his arm
She actin' tough, when she leave, she goin to cry in the car
I gotta be Pete everything, I can't die on the curb
My distant lover, I'm dyin' without her
I been missin' my lil' brother, I been cryin' 'bout him
I ain't never put a eight in a nine bottle
I can't even stand up straight, I got a spine problem
All his life, he wanted to hit a lick and he died plottin'
All my life, I wanted to get rich, so I'ma die tryin'
That's why I'm rich now, 'cause I ain't dead yet
I just fucked, but I ain't never got the head yet
