BackRoad Gee - Top Boy

On the back of the road
My dawg I had to fling it
See my man I just ching it
Popeye without the spinach
Back of the road, I'm skidding

On the back of the road
My dawg I had to fling it
See my man I just ching it
Popeye without the spinach
Back of the road, I'm skidding

Mans strap up in that trap
I spent days up on that strip
Man I had the rami on waist
I had to sleep close to that shit
I know they don't wanna hear about that
They wanna hear about rolleys on wrist
You wanna hear how much I made in the trap
Nigga don't take the piss, fuck all off that
I'm loading it up and I'm bringing back
We go make the thing slap
Vroom skurr we get it like that
Niggas wanna talk about that
But they don't even walk with that
Cut that one there, enter rinse and make it slap

On the back of the road
My dawg I had to fling it
See my man I just ching it
Popeye without the spinach
Back of the road, I'm skidding

On the back of the road
My dawg I had to fling it
See my man I just ching it
Popeye without the spinach
Back of the road, I'm skidding

Fling it, my darg just ling it
Left my man there swimming
Finish him rip him dip him
My dargs his finished, my darg good riddnes
Don't you know self distances
Back of the roads is slipping
Make man jump off the wall like Humpty
In my sliders you know I'm comfy
Habada Muka make it slap
You know say the thing don't jam
Habada Muka make it slap
You know say the thing don't jam

On the back of the road
My dawg I had to fling it
See my man I just ching it
Popeye without the spinach
Back of the road, I'm skidding

On the back of the road
My dawg I had to fling it
See my man I just ching it
Popeye without the spinach
Back of the road, I'm skidding

Written by:
BackRoad Gee, Neil Ghosh, Patrick Farrell

Publisher:
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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