Fxct It - BackRoad Gee, BG

See the r re-ring got a peng ting too

Had to grab that pack, this prof I choose (My man)

See this j-bird's callin' m rude

When she clocked that I’m startin' to get that food (Get rich)

Tryna get man down with this woosh woosh

Three man up in a three-door coupe (Baow, baow, baow)

Don’t think we lack (We don’t)

Three-eight auto claps in the ding dong ride (Baow)

And it’s lookin' like cam

Mash that work, still dishin' out packs

Hella yutes got food, but their food’s bare wack

Yutes get sucked, is it Tizz or Trap?

(Yeah)

Get man down, mi nuh about chat

Any L’s gang take, gang’s gettin' that back (Yeah)

Fuck it

Pass me the ting, lemme bruk it (Bruk it)

The firin' pin we go done it (Done it)

Don’t worry 'bout them, they my son king (Woi)

Outside man multiply numbers (Grrr)

Backroad, man tear up jumpers (Baow, baow)

Hah, done him (Done him)

Hah, he’s runnin' (He's gone)

Fuck it

Pass me the ting, lemme bruk it (Bruk it)

The firin' pin we go done it (Done it)

Don’t worry 'bout them, they my son king (Woi)

Outside man multiply numbers (Grrr)

Backroad, man tear up jumpers (Baow, baow)

Hah, done him (Done him)

Hah, he’s runnin' (He's gone)

B-B-BG, BG, two side black gang (Woo, woo)

And I should of put the studes in my sat nav (Woo, woo)

End up on the ting, made it beat like Katman'

Bad boy, what, manna show you 'bout bad man

Got shot, still tryna tweet and at man (Ah)

My apologies to the cabman (Ah)

But I’m on a mish with Ghost tryna pack man (Woi, woi, brrr)

Shoot man’s front, mi nuh care about backchat

Two’s up twos, I’m a two side shooter (Two side)

Leng and brown, she a two side cuter (Boom)

I’m with Fred, little bro he a booter (Ah)

Face shot close, but the gun jam sooner (Woi)

Bando B, I’m with Bando E (Woi, woi)

Ibo just called for the bando boomers (Boomers)

Done it on foot, could’ve done it on scooters (Woo)

Dot dot old, tell Tizz bring the Cougar (Yes)

Fuck it

Pass me the ting, lemme bruk it (Bruk it)

The firin' pin we go done it (Done it)

Don’t worry 'bout them, they my son king (Woi)

Outside man multiply numbers (Grrr)

Backroad, man tear up jumpers (Baow, baow)

Hah, done him (Done him)

Hah, he’s runnin' (He's gone)

Next hundred bags, takin' out twenty (Twenty)

Darg, I’ma spend that all on waps (Waps)

I need two Brownings and a fuckin' MAC

And if I can get me a rifle, akh (Brr)

Long, reach, we need that shit

Vroom, skrrt, we there in the pitch (Skkrt)

Don’t make me ling that one like my name be Lingard (Ling)

Outside don’t know nothin' 'bout inside (What?)

Man try leave that corn there inside (What?)

Get off your arse or suck your mum (Get up)

SYM, your time is done (You're gone)

Them man chat loads

Out here they ain’t got no backbone (Hey, hey)

My guys are fully on backroad (Grrr)

Man slap (Grrr), man slap, man slap (Grrr)

Fuck it

Pass me the ting, lemme bruk it (Bruk it)

The firin' pin we go done it (Done it)

Don’t worry 'bout them, they my son king (Woi)

Outside man multiply numbers (Grrr)

Backroad, man tear up jumpers (Baow, baow)

Hah, done him (Done him)

Hah, he’s runnin' (He's gone)

Fuck it

Pass me the ting, lemme bruk it (Bruk it)

The firin' pin we go done it (Done it)

Don’t worry 'bout them, they my son king (Woi)

Outside man multiply numbers (Grrr)

Backroad, man tear up jumpers (Baow, baow)

Hah, done him (Done him)

Hah, he’s runnin' (He's gone)