BackRoad Gee, B.G., TizzTrap - Fxct It lyrics

BackRoad Gee (Viper, Katmandu)

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)

Yo, hit four packs, it was a lit, lit move
(Skrrt)
Copped that pack, split that in two (Baow)
See the rе re-ring got a peng ting too


Had to grab that pack, this prof I choose
(My man) see this j-bird's callin' mе 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)

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)

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)

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)