Burna Bandz - Back Against The Wall lyrics
[Burna Bandz - Back Against The Wall lyrics]
Long Live WhyS
I'm really in the streets
I play for keeps, nigga
You don't wanna play wit' me
You get caught up better not tell
The police what you seen
You know I'm Burna Bandz
She say I got you on repeat
And she like the way I'm icy
The way I'm so clean
She be on that gang shit
I got her throwin' 3s
She don't fuck wit' lame niggas
She just drip Celine
I took that lil' bitch to the crib
I turned her to a freak
I got this XD on my hip
And it ain't nothin' sweet
You get hit the wrong way and it's RIP
Man these niggas they ain't real
I call it how I see
Charge my losses to the streets
'cause there ain't shit free
I was trappin' hard I had no
Time to party on the weekend
24 hours in that bando I
Ain't get no sleep in
And free my cronem crushin' time
Yeah they doin' seasons
I dirtied up my Mountain Dew
I'm runnin' on leanin'
Don't trust that bitch
She real pretty but her looks decievin'
These niggas snakes, they undercover
You know how it go
I pop a perc and get big high
You know how it go
She fuck wit' me but how I
Know that she gon' ride fo'sho
I'm wit' some killers and I know
That they gon' ride fo'sho
We brought the tools and you know
That they are not for show
Nigga better play your cards right
Just like High or Low
And I ain't runnin' from no nigga
You ain't Five-O
That nigga fucked up like a typo
We run 'em down and get him
Shots just like it's lipo
And I keep Why S in
The cut 'cause cronem psycho
And plug send a brick shit look albino
Play a nigga like Tidal still fuck my rivals
And made it this far
Started from a half a ball
Do a drill and we drift off
We don't leave no trace at all
You ain't get no cake at all
And nigga, that's your fault
I had to go get mine back against the wall
I had to go get mine back against the wall
You ain't ask if I was fine
I ain't get no call but I was on my grind
Late night, run that shit up
This 45 gon' cut his breath
Just like a hiccup
This 45 gon' take his soul
Just like a stick up
And she ain't want me back then
'til I got my drip up
Got family countin' on me
Can't afford to slip up
Don't walk up on me that's how
You get your shit bussed
I'm really in the streets
I play for keeps, nigga
You don't wanna play wit' me
You get caught up better not tell
The police what you seen
You know I'm Burna Bandz
She say I got you on repeat
And she like the way I'm icy
The way I'm so clean
She be on that gang shit
I got her throwin' 3s
She don't fuck wit' lame niggas
She just drip Celine
I took that lil' bitch to the crib
I turned her to a freak
I got this XD on my hip
And it ain't nothin' sweet
You get hit the wrong way and it's RIP
Man these niggas they ain't real
I call it how I see
Charge my losses to the streets
'cause there ain't shit free
I was trappin' hard I had no
Time to party on the weekend
24 hours in that bando I
Ain't get no sleep in
And free my cronem crushin' time
Yeah they doin' seasons
I dirtied up my Mountain Dew
I'm runnin' on leanin'
Don't trust that bitch
She real pretty but her looks decievin'
These niggas snakes, they undercover
You know how it go
I pop a perc and get big high
You know how it go
She fuck wit' me but how I
Know that she gon' ride fo'sho
I'm wit' some killers and I know
That they gon' ride fo'sho
We brought the tools and you know
That they are not for show
Nigga better play your cards right
Just like High or Low
And I ain't runnin' from no nigga
You ain't Five-O
That nigga fucked up like a typo
We run 'em down and get him
Shots just like it's lipo
And I keep Why S in
The cut 'cause cronem psycho
And plug send a brick shit look albino
Play a nigga like Tidal still fuck my rivals
And made it this far
Started from a half a ball
Do a drill and we drift off
We don't leave no trace at all
You ain't get no cake at all
And nigga, that's your fault
I had to go get mine back against the wall
I had to go get mine back against the wall
You ain't ask if I was fine
I ain't get no call but I was on my grind
Late night, run that shit up
This 45 gon' cut his breath
Just like a hiccup
This 45 gon' take his soul
Just like a stick up
And she ain't want me back then
'til I got my drip up
Got family countin' on me
Can't afford to slip up
Don't walk up on me that's how
You get your shit bussed