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I'm pushin' P real pimp, lil' bitch, they call me Slickback
Duckie Innis bitch got my on bread, come get your trick back
Lil' bitch tryna beef, she gon' do dick and she gon' get crack
I'm eatin' lil' hoes up, we could really be twins, just call me Big Back

Comin' down your block, we rollin' woods, bitch, This that loud pack
Yo, Bestie in the wood, roll up, loose leafs, come get your get back
In and out of traffic, I got that za, Bitch this that real pack
Like Lud Foe in this bitch, I might just drop Go Ghost and fall back

Said I couldn't find her, I bet I pop up like it's certain
Better get down on your knees, I told that bitch to close her curtains
I'm chillin' with my dawgs like they the gang, bitch, they be searchin
FBE Duckie, Bending blocks, We sending shots like we off Pershing.
(glah, glah)

I pull up to your function, get it lit, Ion gotta be servin
Boostin' bottles in the A, 12 get behind us cause we swerving
Off that Espolonnnn, I'm a freak, yo, Nigga kissin' on my feet
I might shake my ass in the party, give that nigga eyes a treat

Lil' bitch lurkin' on my page about a nigga, hoe take a seat,
Don't call my phone about no nigga that ain't fucking his ass a eat
I ain't trippin' on no ho that's tryna get up in my sheets
Got Lil' Bro cappin' on them socials, told that bitch I keep receipts

I think I'm sick, they don't know what I'm on
They know that I'm prone in all of my songs
So they steady asking a nigga, what's wrong? They won't leave me alone
Was down and you told me to leave, I'm up now, you tryna withdraw

Nah, fuck that, I'm gone, the system is wrong
I gave him my all and I still don't belong
I'm gettin' sick of this everyday different shit
They ripped the page off my book, couldn't picture it

Niggas illiterate, my patience limited
If she ain't bad in my book, won't consider it
Money conspicuous, stack to the ceiling
It help me from healin', you break it, I'm billing

From mud to the millions, no regular civilian
I turn my back and somehow I'm the villain.

I'm pushin' P real pimp, lil' bitch, they call me Slickback
Duckie inns bitch, got my own bread, come get your trick back
Lil' bitch tryna beef, she gon' do dick and she gon' get crack
I'm eatin' lil' hoes up, we could really be twins, just call me Big Back,

Comin' down your block, we rollin' woods, bitch, it's that loud pack
Yo, Bestie in the wood, roll up, loose leafs, come get your get back
In and out of traffic, and I got that za, Bitch
this that real pack, like Lud Foe in this bitch
I might just drop, go ghost, and fall back

We got Glocks, Tec's, AKs, and Mac's

This that gun music, niggas better keep they strap
We don't do no Eye fo Eye, We go tit for tat,
Barbecue a nigga ribs, hit his baby back.

This that murder music, Sum to slide to I bet
lil bro gon' do it, Brodie shootin' out the window
17, I'm a bad influence, hood like a nuisance
If you jump off shit, it's bound to choke you
Flashin' all that money, Outside shid I'm bound to poke you.

I'm pushin' P, real pimp, lil' bitch, they call me Slick Back
Duckie in this bitch, got my own bread, come get your trick back
Lil' bitch tryna beef, she gon' do dick and she gon' get crack
I'm eatin' lil' hoes up, we could really be twins, just call me Big Back

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Written by:
Brandon Sanders, Eriyae Robinson, Ronald Collins III

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