letra de back on it (demo) - zaytoven
[intro: young scooter, travis scott & offset]
yeah, haha
you already know it’s that muh’f-ckin’ trap holizay
(if young metro don’t trust you, i’m gon’ shoot you)
got offset with me, travis scott
the best producer alive, zaytiggy, yeah
(zaytoven)
uhh-uhh
you know what i’m sayin?
f-ckin’ and ridin’, f-ckin’ and ridin’
you can’t get on zay’ beats without rappin’ cocaine, n-gga
f-ckin’ and ridin’, f-ckin’ and ridin’, yeah
yeah, real dope boy
we ride on the mix, yeah
offset, takeoff on these n-ggas
they know what i’m mixin’
woo, woo, woo
[chorus: offset]
walk in the club with the cash on me (cash)
gang in the club with the strap on ’em (gang-gang)
i cut you off, turn your back on me (cut)
i hit a l!ck, double-back on it (huh)
i got four dubs so i’m back on it (woo)
stuck in the kitchen, the mac on ’em (stuck)
stuck in the pot cookin’ crack on ’em (stove)
perky and molly, i’m back on it (woo)
[post-chorus: offset]
b-tch, i don’t play with that money, no (no)
boy, what you say? got a mil’ of those (woo)
don’t dunk a brick, rather finger-roll (finger-roll)
b-tch ridin’ d-ck on her tippy-toes (agh)
f-ck all this pain, n-gga, f-ck all this fame (uh)
n-gga, i’m up like i’m sellin’ cocaine (woo, woo)
takin’ this jet to quebec and then spain (woo)
my pockets loaded, can’t walk, need a cane (loaded)
[verse 1: offset]
woo, woo, woo, woo
great dane, big dog, continental, blue frog
pumps sawed-off, what a good day to cut the top off
playin’ with the gang get you knocked off
it was all games ’til we popped off
mac-11 sprayin’ like salt, diamonds shinin’ when the lights off
i don’t care about the price, dawg
dominican b-tch with some nice jaw
creepin’ in the night with your lady
n-ggas hate it, but we been the greatest
never lazy, pull up in the latest
your pockets slim and you real shady
i’m with the mafia, cookin’ tilapia
shawty real popular, her life the opposite
that money you flexin’, i know that this all of it
won’t text you ’cause i can’t wait to just stall a b-tch
[chorus: offset]
walk in the club with the cash on me (cash)
gang in the club with the strap on ’em (gang-gang)
i cut you off, turn your back on me (cut)
i hit a l!ck, double-back on it (huh)
i got four dubs so i’m back on it (woo)
stuck in the kitchen, the mac on ’em (stuck)
stuck in the pot cookin’ crack on ’em (stove)
perky and molly, i’m back on it (woo)
[post-chorus: offset]
b-tch, i don’t play with that money, no (no)
boy, what you say? got a mil’ of those (woo)
don’t dunk a brick, rather finger-roll (finger-roll)
b-tch ridin’ d-ck on her tippy-toes (agh)
f-ck all this pain, n-gga, f-ck all this fame (uh)
n-gga, i’m up like i’m sellin’ cocaine (woo, woo)
takin’ this jet to quebec and then spain (woo)
my pockets loaded, can’t walk, need a cane (loaded, loaded)
[segue: travis scott]
uhh-uhh
f-ckin’ and ridin’, f-ckin’ and ridin’
f-ckin’ and ridin’, f-ckin’ and ridin’, yeah
we ride on the mix, yeah
[verse 2: travis scott]
b-tterfly doors give me road rage (yeah)
still ride round with the old gang (yeah)
astro, she got brains (it’s lit)
pop it, she got aim (pop it)
chinese eyes, real lo mein
keep the devil from my soul, man (yah)
keep the angels goin’ both ways (aww)
run it up, then hit the runway
hunnid thousands on a private (yah, yah, yah)
told the driver, “keep it flyin'” (yah, yah, yah)
yeah, trip through the crib (yeah)
you’s amazed, i ain’t sent (it’s lit)
losin’ days by the blue (yah, yah)
see the fate by the mix, it was it, yeah
[chorus: offset]
walk in the club with the cash on me (cash)
gang in the club with the strap on ’em (gang-gang)
i cut you off, turn your back on me (cut)
i hit a l!ck, double-back on it (huh)
i got four dubs so i’m back on it (woo)
stuck in the kitchen, the mac on ’em (stuck)
stuck in the pot cookin’ crack on ’em (stove)
perky and molly, i’m back on it (woo)
[post-chorus: offset]
b-tch, i don’t play with that money, no (no)
boy, what you say? got a mil’ of those (woo)
don’t dunk a brick, rather finger-roll (finger-roll)
b-tch ridin’ d-ck on her tippy-toes (agh)
f-ck all this pain, n-gga, f-ck all this fame (uh)
n-gga, i’m up like i’m sellin’ cocaine (woo, woo)
takin’ this jet to quebec and then spain (woo)
my pockets loaded, can’t walk, need a cane (loaded)
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