Frank - Bak Off Lyrics

Ay, ay, ay wha?
Ay, ay, ay wha?
Ay
My back hurt
I'm taking off
Bak off
Pocket to fat Rick Ross
What in my gun, buckshot
Bought my new lambo, hotshot
Knock that shit off
Fore' I punch you inna throat and make you cough ha ha
I'm off
Sike I'm on
Keeping all my LV on my arm
I keep my .40 too
Don't make it talk to you
Otherwise you'll find something scarier than what the drugs can do
Perky, xans, even lean til I can't stand
I'm the man
F*ck it dawg I'm inna trance
All these drugs to my face
I'm taking off
Bak off
Pocket to fat Rick Ross
What in my gun, buckshot
Bought my new lambo, hotshot
Knock that shit off
Fore' I punch you inna throat and make you cough ha ha
Aye aye aye wha?
Aye wha?
I don't even know what I'm spitting on this shit, but you feel me?
Aye aye aye aye aye aye
Playing not no hockey
Iced out jewelry on me
Fool me school me
These petty bitches lose me
Lovin the way that she do me
She say baby don't choose me
But I am bruising
No options left bitch I am choosing
Bitch I'm not
F*ck you thought this was bitch you lost the plot
And my money too tall, yea I stack a lot
Aye wha?
Aye wha?
Aye wha, aye aye aye
I'm taking off
Bak off
Pocket to fat Rick Ross
What in my gun, buckshot
Bought my new lambo, hotshot
Knock that shit off
Fore' I punch you inna throat and make you cough ha ha
Aye, whatchu talm bout