Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BLCKK
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Masters Miner
Composer
Lyrics
Back out
I shot the back out
Air it out
Then we threw the pack out
Fuck it
Shut the fuck up
I can't have no informant
Get them guns up
Turn that crib to an orphanage
What y'all know 'bout that
What's in the bag
I need it all bitch
What you think of me now bitch
I ain't pick up no calls bitch
Who the fuck told you you get an opinion
If he ever die motherfucker I did it
I put life on the table for this shit
We 'gon light up ya' kids bitch
I make a point just to wipe off the map
If anyone pray for you bitch ima kill 'em
Ain't no religion 'gon fix what you did ima up what I got let it bark at you pussy
New bitch, let in
Toll on my mental she dead it
Can't even picture the section
Paper get passed, testin'
Head in
You ain't 'gon see me for lessons
I ain't the one you should mention
You take a shot it go missin'
Who told the pussy to talk?
Only 'gon bark when it's dark
I end your shit before it start
No use in playin' your part
My bitch she told me she love me
But she watch me fallin' apart
My bitch she told me she love me
But she watch me fallin' apart
Back out
I shot the back out
Air it out
Then we threw the pack out
Fuck it
Shut the fuck up
I can't have no informant
Get them guns up
Turn that crib to an orphanage
Writer(s): Christian Masters Miner
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