elm street - back of the class (botc) lyrics
[intro: zach hurth, back of the class, & enphamus]
jackin’ for beats, powered by back of the class
y’all know who i am, i’m your host, zach hurth
we just touched down in atlanta, and you know we had to link with enphamus
enphamus, what’s up?
powered by back of the class
go
[verse: enphamus]
you want a feature from big e, i need a hunnid’ ps
been knockin’ n*ggas off they block, ask his b*tch to leave
was in the trap stompin’ out rats, you was in chuck e. cheese
just did a drill bumpin’ that “not a drill,” i f*ck with veeze
gang gon’ walk down a n*gga whip like a water boy
these guns just props, if you the feds, then these just water toys
[?], f*cked a shawty b*tch just like the [?]
you done sold more grass than me and slave owners, my lawn is yours
quick to park a stolo’ like a valet, better come through beamin’
big d*ck in my pistol, think you hard? i’ma come through schemin’
you ain’t smokin’ on no f*ckin’ opp, ’cause yo’ gun too [?]
if you scarеd to leave sumn’ in the streets, thеn n*gga, beat them feet
i caught my first one wit’ lil’ quez, and i ain’t looked back since
knocked off that second n*gga dreads, i ain’t want had since
the third one was jeremiah, he get a four*flat sprint’
the fourth n*gga slid on me, tryna’ die ’bout a b*tch
the fifth n*gga dissed on me, so i shot off his lip
the seventh b*tch, i missed, homie, so i totaled the whip
the eighth* mm, uh, hol’on, look
the eighth one was on mcnab, on jay, i empty my clip
boom
i’m in carson, i could taste the flavors
i’ont think [?] got more shots, i put that on my baby
b*tch, don’t say i’m smellin’ good if you don’t want no babies
i left the church, went on a drill rockin’ some adam stacey’s
b*tch, i got blood on my stacey adams
f*ck wit’ the red but i like green, like i’m bruce banner
she on the strip, i made her strip, she call herself a dancer
i’m talkin’ sh*t ’cause i got more shots than a f*ckin’ camera
b*tch, uh, uh*look
[outro: zack hurth]
wait, is that it? that’s it?
jackin’ for beats, powered by back of the class
y’all know how we do
fraud, cut!
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