Lyrics Backada - Trabajarie

Stick in the backada coupe
Ride round young nigga shoot
Pull up I'm droppin my roof
Side bitch gimmie that oof
If you didn't love me then you could've just said it
Is a rack race young nigga running up cheddar
I ain't need you bitch Imma only get better
This real blue cheese ain't talking about fettu
Stick in the backada coupe
Stick in the backada coupe
Stick in the backada
Stick in the backada
Stick in the backada coupe
Stick in the backada coupe
Stick in the backada coupe
Ride round young nigga shoot
Stick in the backada coupe

Stick in the back on a drill
Boy you done went too far in the field
When I see yo hoe know the bitch goin kneel
I'm young Trab popping percocet pills
High-tech sipper I really pop seals
No internet I really catch kills
I'm the real wizard like Bradley Beal
If I'm gonna fuck with you then you gotta be a meal
Gotta be a dime
I went two tone and went blind
Twin glock on me is a nine
I took yo trap that shit was mine
Beating in the pan I'm running up bands
Up the glizzy the shit went BLAM
F&N twin goin blow that fan
Real deal stepper keep a lethal beretta
That offwhite is sum pepper I made yo bitch my lil header
I put it in her throat she eating a double decker
She grind me like a skateboard but I was not Ryan Sheckler

Stick in the backada coupe
Ride round young nigga shoot
Pull up I'm droppin my roof
Side bitch gimmie that oof
If you didn't love me then you could've just said it
Is a rack race young nigga running up cheddar
I ain't need you bitch Imma only get better
This real blue cheese ain't talking about fettu
Stick in the backada coupe
Stick in the backada coupe
Stick in the backada
Stick in the backada
Stick in the backada coupe
Stick in the backada coupe
Stick in the backada coupe
Ride round young nigga shoot
Stick in the backada coupe

You do that shit for instagram we really in the trap with grams
Patty cake patty cake bakers man
Bake me a cake as fast as you can
Two pints in my soda I need my lil coca-cola
I'm stepping in Ebolas ugly hoes get cold shoulders
I'm fucking up her molars double cup on the coaster
We spinning shit like rotors take her on roller coasters
I do not know that odor you can get you some Ogre
And bitch why you so vulgar I ain't even wanna fold ya
Turn up glock glizzy
Hop out shoot hitting
Ride round nigga we getting it
Hit a lil freak on Henny
Draw down boy did the shimmy
She give me good head no Jimmy
This the power hour might need Timmy
If you act right you can get a lil fendi

Stick in the backada coupe
Ride round young nigga shoot
Pull up I'm droppin my roof
Side bitch gimmie that oof
If you didn't love me then you could've just said it
Is a rack race young nigga running up cheddar
I ain't need you bitch Imma only get better
This real blue cheese ain't talking about fettu
Stick in the backada coupe
Stick in the backada coupe
Stick in the backada
Stick in the backada
Stick in the backada coupe
Stick in the backada coupe
Stick in the backada coupe
Ride round young nigga shoot
Stick in the backada coupe