Front Bacc - LPB Poody

Back front side side

I’m talkin bout front back side, side

What you wanna do (right)

Two feet down (oh)

Four five

I ain’t gonna talk about stepping bro I’ma keep it smooth

This the same feeling when Stella got back her groove

Poody quit playing cause stepping bro that’s all you do

Ay where you staying?

We swang it then you gotta move

You want them to do it or me better pick and choose

They got me madder then a bitch yeah they done blew a fuse

I’m finna make that boy famous and put him on the news

Cause if my life on the line I can’t fucking lose

She like to suck me while I drive I through the coup on cruise

I had to swerve to the side cause I almost hit a dude

Like scuurr, hit the curve and I don’t left a bruise

Get back in route and she proceed to eat my like some food

Like mhm it’s good, she taste it, she swallow, kids, she ate my, babies

No I can’t stop her, she going, crazy

They say it’s murder, I don’t know, maybe

My destination ain’t too far I hit another corner

I jump out on the block it smell just like marijuana

When the crackas bend the curve they get to starin Dona

Cause if he jump I grab the reefa and flush out all the zona

But let me get back to myself and talk about this drip

Juice still in my cup but let’s not talk about the shit I spilled

This forty paying rent cause everyday it stay up on my hip

I do em nasty flip em like gymnastics 30 in this clip

Best believe me if I up it I’ma shoot it off the rip

Hustle in my blood you’d thing I’m some kin of nip

Flew in from the o now we in Cali had to take a trip

Get straight to business just like Frito Lay drop it off and then I dip

Like mhm it’s good, she taste it, she swallow, kids, she ate my, babies

No I can’t stop her, she going, crazy

They say it’s murder, I don’t know, maybe

Mhm mhm mhm mhm

Mhm mhm mhm mhm