CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Backstreet
(Ooh, the thirteen)
This just how the game go, I came from the ghetto
I'm stacking my chips, I ain't talking 'bout Fritos
Watch what you say when you talkin' 'bout me, though
She wanna ride in the coupe, it ain't free, though
Don't try to be all in my face when I land
Just became a fan, slept on like a Xan'
I be gettin' bands, get 'em in advance
Any n***a call me out, I never ran
Got your baby mama rockin' my brand
Only smokin' KK, that's the only strand
Wake up every day to go chase me the bands
Then I spend some bands, then get it again
N***a still trappin' on the backstreet
N***a got a problem, don't at me
N***a still trappin' on thе backstreet
N***a got a problem, don't at me
N***a still trappin' on the backstreet
N***a got a problеm, don't at me
Wonder why these n***as don't like me
I be with them shooters that pack heat
N***a still trappin' on the backstreet
Wonder why these n***as don't like me
N***a got a problem, don't at me (Okay)
I be with them shooters that pack heat
Trappin' and rappin'
I left the block in my new whip and they askin' what happened
I'm so cool, need a jacket
Weed so good, need a bad b*t*h
I been done with them ratchets
Come to my crib, sh*t lavish
B*t*h, I'm a king like your majesty
Only f**ked one time, now she mad at me
All about the bag, all about the bag
If it ain't 'bout money, no at-in' me
Left her man, came with the gang
Used to be a fan, that's a tragedy
Used to drive a whip that was raggedy
Remember days girls used to laugh at me
Now I come through and I bag a piece
Nine or a ten what she has to be
N***a still trappin' on the backstreet
N***a got a problem, don't at me
Wonder why these n***as don't like me
I be with them shooters that pack heat
N***a still trappin' on the backstreet
Wonder why these n***as don't like me
N***a got a problem, don't at me
I be with them shooters that pack heat
This just how the game go, I came from the ghetto
I'm stacking my chips, I ain't talking 'bout Fritos
Watch what you say when you talkin' 'bout me, though
She wanna ride in the coupe, it ain't free, though
Don't try to be all in my face when I land
Just became a fan, slept on like a Xan'
I be gettin' bands, get 'em in advance
Any n***a call me out, I never ran
Got your baby mama rockin' my brand
Only smokin' KK, that's the only strand
Wake up every day to go chase me the bands
Then I spend some bands, then get it again
N***a still trappin' on the backstreet
N***a got a problem, don't at me
N***a still trappin' on thе backstreet
N***a got a problem, don't at me
N***a still trappin' on the backstreet
N***a got a problеm, don't at me
Wonder why these n***as don't like me
I be with them shooters that pack heat
N***a still trappin' on the backstreet
Wonder why these n***as don't like me
N***a got a problem, don't at me (Okay)
I be with them shooters that pack heat
Trappin' and rappin'
I left the block in my new whip and they askin' what happened
I'm so cool, need a jacket
Weed so good, need a bad b*t*h
I been done with them ratchets
Come to my crib, sh*t lavish
B*t*h, I'm a king like your majesty
Only f**ked one time, now she mad at me
All about the bag, all about the bag
If it ain't 'bout money, no at-in' me
Left her man, came with the gang
Used to be a fan, that's a tragedy
Used to drive a whip that was raggedy
Remember days girls used to laugh at me
Now I come through and I bag a piece
Nine or a ten what she has to be
N***a still trappin' on the backstreet
N***a got a problem, don't at me
Wonder why these n***as don't like me
I be with them shooters that pack heat
N***a still trappin' on the backstreet
Wonder why these n***as don't like me
N***a got a problem, don't at me
I be with them shooters that pack heat
