Lil Durk, Lil Yachty - On That Back lyrics

(EarlOnTheBeat, Pyrex)
Go, yeah, yeah, yeah uh, Uh, Uh
Durk, Durk, Durk
Lurk, Lurk, Lurk, Lurk, Look

These niggas be bitches
Whip on switches then fuck on your misses
So malicious, look at the militia
On a mission, they pray like the Christians
Talking sweet, rap you up like it's Christmas
She want dick in her mouth, I'm a dentist
Entertaining, but I don't have interest
Got no stomach, she look like a gymnast
And she take inches
That's none of your business
Get the witness he ready to tell it all
Go call Nino, he ready to sell it all
Got a plug up in Portland he mail it off
Ain't no love in the streets, word to Durkio
Got a lightskin lil' bitch
Came from Turkey though
Ima beat on that back till' she cryin'
Ima beat on that back till' I can't no more

45 g-lock, tucked under tee top
Gucci high knee socks, free-brand Reebok's
Percocet pressed up, any drink, re-roc
Or I could make a diss song
I don't even beat-box
Chiraq niggas be Persian
Free number 9 got em goin' for a murder
Five baby mommas, I ain't trynna be on Maury
Steve got a chopper, make niggas nervous
Pop me a pill, no water I'm thirsty
And I got a block her down, she thirsty
I be with savages, hide in your alleyway
Talking to murder
Ain't talking bout' battery
Mixing these drugs, I'm high like a galaxy
We don't like Reggie
It fuck with our allergies
I bought an ounce before I got a Patek
Two blunts of runts and I
Think I'm gonna panic

My niggas stay with me and
Bitches can't stand it
Bandannas in pockets like niggas was bandit's
These niggas be bitches
Could tell by they antics
They do it for clout, then ask for a
Only 21, but my life can get frantic
My neck on Atlantis, my lil bitch
They high like Aladdin
Just got a lil check from E-8 for the manner
I'm getting paid to play on my momma
No cappin'
Your pussy was good, but your attitude crappy
He said he gon' slap me
Must look up to Slick Rick
Tryna' get shot in his eye, dumbass
Touch me it's lightning
I probably move too fast
I promise, they look over me like the Trojan
No one doing better, she lick like a letter
I cum in her mouth
She said it make her wetter
Come up out that sweater
Lemme see them titties

High off the pills
Don't be fuckin' with xannies
Niggas be bitches, be tuckin' they panties
New York on a bike
Got the Glock on the bench
See me, I'm too cool
But my brothers ain't friendly
I give her a drink and she fuck on the camera
Murderers, robbers
I'm cool with the scammers
Margiela's, the neon way
He turnt a rat to a Beyoncé
Shoot out the cat, ain't see our face
Diamonds baguettes, that's the izzy way
Suck my dick cause' she left
Got the shitty face
Bitch at the crib and that's anyway
Black jeans with the zebra, Amiri way
Know some niggas that scheme
But they in the way
Niggas caught on that scene, bullet penetrate
And you be in them foreigns, the rented way