backstabbers - bigbabygucci lyrics
[verse]
these n*ggas backstab
one wrong move, you a hashtag
i be in the trap straight geekin’ off a [?]
boy, you ain’t the plug, stay sellin’ out the quarter back
n*gga, i’m a quarterback
i just left neiman, ’bout to take this lil’ wh0re to saks
eatin’ big plates, got the lobster with a side of mac
b*tches don’t know how to act
so i went to jump her off and tell the b*tch to holler back
n*ggas copy like [?]
but i got the glock when i’m lookin’ through the peephole
brodie in the back got more tools than a depot
i ain’t never asked for it, wanna get it on my own
got my n*ggas blast for it, we’ll bring it to your home
they ain’t never really take [?]
they don’t even know what it’s like to be me
smokin’ [?]
you a bad b*tch and you know that’s [?]
n*ggas say it get old
still never gon’ sell my soul
just wait ’til the story get told
they gon’ lie
n*ggas want me dead, but i don’t die
think i’m livin’ forever [?]
not too fast, cross the line
i don’t brag ’cause i want mine
i can’t lack ’cause i got time
think i’m too high
i’m just tryna live me life (i’m just tryna live me life)
i can never do sh*t right (i can never do sh*t right)
still gon’ do what i like (still gon’ do what i like)
still never takin’ advice (still never takin’ advice)
real bad b*tch sittin’ all in my kitchen (real bad b*tch sittin’ all in my kitchen)
bad b*tch cleanin’ my dishes (bad b*tch cleanin’ my dishes)
she fulfill all of my wishes (she fulfill all of my wishes)
she a lil’ baby who listen
hundred bands, hundred bands all in my vision
double g [?]
spent that check, can’t tell i miss it
[?]
i just robbed my plug, then a n*gga went missin’
tryna save his life, like please just listen
we don’t give no f*cks, we gon’ hit ’em with the sticks
he a tweetin’ ass n*gga, he gon’ hit me in my mentions
spent one whole check on just two lenses
got versace on my body and my b*tch lookin’ [?]
got a big bag [?] this sh*t big [?]
on another n*gga d*ck, swear these n*ggas big sissys
pulled up on a b*tch, got my d*ck big kisses
i ain’t even touch her, i just let the b*tch get busy
r.i.p. my brodie, know i’m comin’ with a vengeance
run up in your house, like i’m the [?]
i’ve been smokin’ green, you cannot tell me it is spinach
made a couple n*gga look at what i had invented
i’m on too many drugs, i might go and crash the [?]
think these b*tches in love, but we ain’t talk [?]
go grab the semi, blast at the minions
toe timin’ n*ggas, i might tag ya minion
i with the éses, i with the vatos
look at my body, you know i tatted a pablo
and we swervin’ steady cruisin’ the potholes
n*ggas steady losin’, i be eatin’ at roscoe’s
did it on my own, ain’t a n*gga that i owe
i be goin’ hard, everywhere is a high zone
he like a [?]
sittin’ in my throne
doin’ it my way, you cannot tell me that i’m wrong
goin’ to tip top
he be talkin’ sh*t, i put his b*tch in a wrist lock
and she gonna f*ck, i got them panties on [?]
still wan’ lip lock
i ain’t kissin’ ho’, i know you done kissed her
i won’t miss a ho’, i know you done missed her
[?]
n*ggas be ripoff
pull up with the glocky and the .30 and pistol
i might do some molly, but my n*ggas will sniff somethin’
scratchin’ my list off, this is no issue
real slim sh*t, get these n*ggas a tissue
craziest it’s n*ggas that you help that’ll diss you
but i’ve been playin’ cool, [?]
lettin’ this sh*t go, come like an eagle
i don’t give a f*ck, b*tch, i shine like a crystal
cool young n*gga like to smoke on the menthol
cool young n*gga, i be f*ckin’ your b*tch, bro
[outro]
cool young n*gga like to smoke on the menthol
cool young n*gga, i be f*ckin’ your b*tch, bro
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