Back Flippin Lyrics
Xair, let me get that motherfucker
Skee
Yeah, n****, yeah, n****
Phew, phew
N****, n****, yeah
I’m a player, not a simp, bae
This shit comin’ off the head like a temp fade
Hold on, baby, I’m a player, not a simp, bae (Not a simp, bae, yeah)
This shit comin’ off the head like a temp fade (Like a temp fade)
And your bitch tryna kick it like a sensei (Like a sensei)
Maybe you can get a wig, but I ain’t payin’ rent, bae (Ain’t payin’ rent, bae)
Young, steppin’ in some bands, know I brag different (I brag different)
I can go and spend it, n****, ’cause my bag different (Oh, yeah, my bag different)
That bitch, she ain’t really fuckin’ bad, that ho catfishin’ (That ho catfishin’)
And I got your bitch doin’ tricks, this ho backflippin’ (This bitch backflippin’)
I been smokin’ on that gas, you can smell the aroma (Yeah, yeah)
In the booth, I’m in that mode, sippin’ Arizona (N****, yeah)
You might think bro finna crash the way he bend the corner (Skrrt, skrrt)
Take your bitch and give her back, no, I don’t even want her (What the fuck?)
Take your bitch and give her back, I want a refund (Want a refund, n****)
In the booth, got on dark shades, I can’t even see nothin’ (Like Ray Charles)
I be high up in the stars, now I’m finna be one (N****, yeah)
How the fuck I cut you off, you runnin’ back? That lil’ ho D1 (What the fuck?)
Yeah, she’s a track star
Baby, I’m a dog like them pits in the backyard (N****, rrr)
I be on some other shit, why n***** tryna act hard? (They tryna act hard)
And we steady gettin’ to that money, n****, that part (N****, that part)
With your bitch, you can call me Timmy, know I’m finna turn her up (I’m finna turn her up, yeah)
N****, we been gettin’ to that bag, that’s what I’m runnin’ up (That’s what I’m runnin’ up, n****)
And my name getting hot up in the streets, say I’m burnin’ up (Say I’m burnin’ up, yeah)
N****, ain’t no doubt about it, n***** know for sure I’m coming up (Yeah, I’m comin’ up, n****)
Yeah, we been gettin’ to that cake, bitch (What?)
I ain’t never flag, n**** know my pockets straight, bitch (N****, what?)
Steady grindin’, n**** know that’s what it take to be great, bitch (That’s for sure)
And I’m spittin’ real shit up on the mic, this ain’t no fake shit (N****, yeah)
Hold on, baby, I’m a player, not a simp, bae (Not a simp, bae, yeah, yeah)
This shit comin’ off the head like a temp fade (Like a temp fade, n****)
And your bitch tryna kick it like a sensei (Like a sensei, n****)
Maybe you can get a wig, but I ain’t payin’ rent, bae (Ain’t payin’ rent, bae)
Young, steppin’ in some bands, know I brag different (Yeah, I brag different, n****)
I can go and spend it, n****, ’cause my bag different (‘Cause my bag different, yeah)
That bitch, she ain’t really fuckin’ bad, that ho catfishin’ (That ho catfishin’, n****)
And I got your bitch doin’ tricks, this ho backflippin’ (That ho backflippin’, n****, yeah)
N****, yeah, what the fuck?
Phew, phew
Yeah, n****, skee