backdown

[Intro]
A-A-AFFLICTED is the gang

[Verse 1: crusey]
Talk tough, I'ma send that boy to heaven
H-H-He can hide but I know I'm finna catch him
P-Put it on yo' life, boy, you don't even got no weapon
Stayin— Staying up, playing Fortnite till like seven

[Chorus: crusey]
I can't ever back, I-I-I can't ever back down
Bitch, I pull up— B-B-Bitch, I pull up, pockets fat now
J-Jugg his shit, yeah, he don't know how to act now
We gon' put him— W-W-We gon' put him in the background
(A-A-Ah) N-No, it will never work out
We gon' put him— W-W-We gon' put him in the dirt now
We gon' leave that— W-We gon' leave that fucker hurt now
(A-A-Ah) P-P-Put yo' homie on a shirt now

[Verse 1: trustt]
(Ahh) He don't like his shit, (A-Ah-Ah), don't turn down, bitch
I'm the one to plead, (Uh-uh), we gon' make him bleed, yuh
Fifty all on me, yuh, deep pole in the street, uh
Asking how I wore, yeah, I wore wit' that lean, yuh

[Bridge: trustt]
(I can't really trust a ho, I can't really trust a bitch)
(Yeah, he walk into a store, don't know how to shoot)
(I can't really trust a ho, I can't really trust a bitch)
(Yeah, he walk into a store, don't know how to shoot)

[Verse 2: lorrific]
He gon' end up on a t-shirt
Did it on my own, you not are my fucking leader
Yeah, you know I had to leave her
Aimin' through the scope, hollow tips couldn't meet ya
Bad bitch on my dick, I'ma roll her like a beaver
Bitch, I'm takin' in like a teacher
I won't stop, I'ma watch his body drop
Heard he talkin' to the— Hear-Heard he talkin' to the cops, yuh

[Chorus: crusey]
I can't ever back, I-I-I can't ever back down
Bitch, I pull up— B-B-Bitch, I pull up, pockets fat now
J-Jugg his shit, yeah, he don't know how to act now
We gon' put him— W-W-We gon' put him in the background
(A-A-Ah) N-No, it will never work out
We gon' put him— W-W-We gon' put him in the dirt now
We gon' leave that— W-We gon' leave that fucker hurt now
(A-A-Ah) P-P-Put yo' homie on a shirt now
I can't ever back, I-I-I can't ever back down
Bitch, I pull up— B-B-Bitch, I pull up, pockets fat now
J-Jugg his shit, yeah, he don't know how to act now
We gon' put him— W-W-We gon' put him in the background
(A-A-Ah) N-No, it will never work out
We gon' put him— W-W-We gon' put him in the dirt now
We gon' leave that— W-We gon' leave that fucker hurt now
(A-A-Ah) P-P-Put yo' homie on a shirt now

[Outro]
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