Pardon My Back Testo

Flee
Uh
Uh

Pardon my back, pardon my back
Pardon my back, pardon my back
Gun on my hip
Huggin’ yo’ bitch
Pardon my strap
Watch where you twerk Pardon my lap
I’m on the grind still
It’s signed and sealed
But if I steal
Turn your block to a fire drill
Children runnin’, you hear, ‘doo, doo, doo, doo’
And them tires peel
Signin’ autographs
While I’m frying Crills
I’m still famous as fuck in the hood
But I’m supplyin’ meals
I ain’t trynna’ chill
Take a brick and I fry it by the grill
I’m inside the field
I’m the rider that drive behind the wheel
Got a clip full of cop killers
Come die behind the shield
I done poured my whole life in the trap
I’m still active
I can’t put my whole life in this rap They think they hidin’, but I see ‘em
My eyes are closed when I’m fightin’ with my demons
‘Cause the angels are tatted on me
Be flyin’ when I’m sleepin’
I’m snipin’ when I fire what I’m squeezin’
It’s lightnin’ in my diamonds when they freezin’
I’m supplyin’ what you buyin’
Out in the public we riot
While you hidin’ in the precinct
I’m quiet ‘cause you wired when you speakin’
I’m just tryin’ to keep bread on the books of my niggas
Fightin’ for they freedom
I send ‘em kites and I write ‘em
Cause we fightin’ till they free dem, you heard?

I ain’t fuckin’ witchu’ niggas no more, no more
I ain’t fuckin’ witchu‘ bitches no more, no more, no more (nah, uh uh)
Pardon my back, pardon my back (nope, no more, no more)
Pardon my back, pardon my back (no more, no more)
I ain’t fuckin’ witchu’ niggas no more (fuck outta here)
I ain’t fuckin’ witchu‘ bitches no more, no more, no more (shit)
Pardon my back, pardon my back (nope)
I ain’t fuckin witcha’ (brrrrr)
Pardon my back, pardon my back (no more)
(Lord)

Pardon my back
The squadron attack
What’s harder than that (huh?)
The big carbon is black (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
You captain of the pussies, and the sergeant of rats
I speak in general with criminals and charge ‘em for that (fuck outta here)
Twist a sip in Nova Scotia
Pistol flip your sofa over (brrr)
For the culture
Fieny in a beanie
With the older vultures
Cold like Alaskan twat
Really ain’t have a lot
Write down half the work (half the work)
And spray down half the block (brrr)
Me and my main Grafh, ho
Grasp for cash flow
Fast, though
Million dollar jooks
No mask, whoa (sheesh)
Greens like the coliseum
Deez, I ain’t tryna’ see ‘em (nope)
Big homie rockin’ all his keys
Trynna’ buy his freedom
Coke made the record labels (lit)
Dope kept the ghetto stable (whip)
Never hate you
Violate my space and I’mma levitate you, LOL (brrr)
Pardon my back, pardon my back
Pardon my back, pardon my back

I ain’t fuckin’ witchu’ niggas no more, no more
I ain’t fuckin’ witchu‘ bitches no more, no more, no more (nah, uh uh)
Pardon my back, pardon my back (no more, nope, no more)
Pardon my back, pardon my back (no more, no more)
I ain’t fuckin’ witchu’ niggas no more (fuck outta here)
I ain’t fuckin’ witchu‘ bitches no more, no more, no more (shit)
Pardon my back, pardon my back (nope)
I ain’t fuckin witcha’ (witchu’)
Pardon my back, pardon my back (no more)