All them shootouts back in da jets
I had to lay it down
Walk around bulletproof vest
We given head taps
Ona mission homie pop pills
He started tweaking out
When he heard the hammer
He was locked in
Backyard parity how we chillin
You know how I give it up
I ain't want the Benz
But my brotha cop the latest one
I ain't want ya girl
Homie got her on worldstar
We face real shit everyday
And some run from it
We face real shit everyday
And some run from it
I was young with the dope n my mouth
Mouth went numb from it
Stayed 10 toes wit my shorty
And got a son from it
Way we move look like ah band
We got drums on us
Damn
I can make em dance like Diddy
Or come puff something
Outter space tan on mars
I got the glow from
Damn
Jus bumped into jet
Call it space racing
These niggas ain't on my level
I'm jus space aging
Heard he went an snitched on da mob
They took his Tongue from him
Damn
I was in traffic riding around with the top off
Shooters get paid they ride around take ya top
I earned my strips
These niggas thinking like adidas
June10th - Backyard Party Lyrics
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All them shootouts back in da jets
I had to lay it down
Walk around bulletproof vest
We given head taps
Ona mission homie pop pills
He started tweaking out
When he heard the hammer
He was locked in
Backyard parity how we chillin
You know how I give it up
I ain't want the Benz
But my brotha cop the latest one
I ain't want ya girl
Homie got her on worldstar
We face real shit everyday
And some run from it
We face real shit everyday
And some run from it
I was young with the dope n my mouth
Mouth went numb from it
Stayed 10 toes wit my shorty
And got a son from it
Way we move look like ah band
We got drums on us
Damn
I can make em dance like Diddy
Or come puff something
Outter space tan on mars
I got the glow from
Damn
Jus bumped into jet
Call it space racing
These niggas ain't on my level
I'm jus space aging
Heard he went an snitched on da mob
They took his Tongue from him
Damn
I was in traffic riding around with the top off
Shooters get paid they ride around take ya top
I earned my strips
These niggas thinking like adidas
I had to lay it down
Walk around bulletproof vest
We given head taps
Ona mission homie pop pills
He started tweaking out
When he heard the hammer
He was locked in
Backyard parity how we chillin
You know how I give it up
I ain't want the Benz
But my brotha cop the latest one
I ain't want ya girl
Homie got her on worldstar
We face real shit everyday
And some run from it
We face real shit everyday
And some run from it
I was young with the dope n my mouth
Mouth went numb from it
Stayed 10 toes wit my shorty
And got a son from it
Way we move look like ah band
We got drums on us
Damn
I can make em dance like Diddy
Or come puff something
Outter space tan on mars
I got the glow from
Damn
Jus bumped into jet
Call it space racing
These niggas ain't on my level
I'm jus space aging
Heard he went an snitched on da mob
They took his Tongue from him
Damn
I was in traffic riding around with the top off
Shooters get paid they ride around take ya top
I earned my strips
These niggas thinking like adidas
Writer: qadr owens
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