Backstreet Boy

[Hook]
I'm a backstreet boy
I don’t mean singing I just pack heat boy
Phone stay ringin' cause the pack sweet boy
Order over night and that’s a tax-free charge
Got about 3 more all ready
I could be that nigga if she let me
2 A.M. she sneaking to the telly
Baby girl you all ready
Spend the night with me you won’t regret it
Man I know she never gone forget me
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Wrist, I ain’t got even got the time
So many niggas switchin' sides please don’t cross the line
I got somе bullets with some names on thеm dotted lines
Wait, who-that, we gun ‘em down (bop, bop, bop, bop!)
I don’t need clout, fresh like Febreze
I ran up a check turned my crib to a freak house
Bad lil' bitch let me hit at the beach house
She offered dome but I don’t mean a freestyle
I know some tenders and they visiting from Michigan
Her name Mercedes always rollin' just like Michelin
Never tired, smoking gas, set a fire
If that’s your girl and you love her then you better hide her
I be wired, so much cash, can’t retire
Travel the world, with no luggage got your girl for hire
This my empire, I keep a bag, call me sire
This how I do it came from nothing if you wondering

[Hook]
I'm a backstreet boy
I don’t mean singing I just pack heat boy
Phone stay ringin' cause the pack sweet boy
Order over night and that’s a tax-free charge
Got about 3 more all ready
I could be that nigga if she let me
2 A.M. she sneaking to the telly
Baby girl you all ready
Spend the night with me you won’t regret it
Man I know she never gone forget me
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Damn, it’s like I can’t keep up with the time
My brother on the streets like how I can’t take care of mines
My cousin doing a bid ain’t see him since I was nine
Know he probably ain’t surprised to hear I’m rollin' with a Nine
Guess I’m growing up
Two L's yeah I throw 'em up
Drip got 'em sick like they throwing up
They heard I was blowing up
Like we celebrating how we pouring up
Ask me if I'm next up, sure enough
I can’t even fool around
I be to myself like I’m new in town
Heart made of ice like my jeweler round
Plates’ll run you 2 a pound
I won’t even change the price or move it down
That’s just how it is, ain’t no way around to use me now
Shoot 'em down
Like Durk not the baller
Birthin' these worthless rappers I’m father
To all ‘em, it’s like I gotta ring how I’m ballin
I came up off the back where it’s at nigga
You know I'm a backstreet boy

[Hook]
I'm a backstreet boy
I don’t mean singing I just pack heat boy
Phone stay ringin' cause the pack sweet boy
Order over night and that’s a tax-free charge
Got about 3 more all ready
I could be that nigga if she let me
2 A.M. she sneaking to the telly
Baby girl you all ready
Spend the night with me you won’t regret it
Man I know she never gone forget me
Yeah, yeah, yeah