ฟังเพลงBack Hurt

I'm a lucky bastard

I'm a lucky bastard

I'm a lucky bastard

I'm a lucky bastard

My car like dukes of hazard

My car like dukes of hazard

My car like dukes of hazard

I never had a ghost writer I'm afraid of Casper

I never had a ghost writer I'm afraid of Casper

I never had a ghost writer I'm afraid of Casper

I f**ked her one time, then my homie f**ked right after

I f**ked her one time, then my homie f**ked right after

I f**ked her one time, then my homie f**ked right after

Always keep it real I ain't never been an actor

Always keep it real I ain't never been an actor

Always keep it real I ain't never been an actor

All these racks make my motherf**king back hurt

All these racks make my motherf**king back hurt

All these racks make my motherf**king back hurt

All these racks make my motherf**king back hurt

All these racks make my motherf**king back hurt

All these racks make my motherf**king back hurt

All these racks make my motherf**king back hurt

All these racks make my motherf**king back hurt

All these racks make my motherf**king back hurt

All these racks make my motherf**king back hurt

All these racks make my motherf**king back hurt

All these racks make my motherf**king back hurt

Big bowl of money, I look like big bowl of money

Got a tommy on the Kawasaki, blowing out an onion

Takeoff Frank Lucas I got 'em itching

They addicted to Bobby and Mr. Whitneys

Drinking on Actavis what a feeling

Momma told me drink water flush out my kidney

Dab oh dagger

Your b**ch a happy camper

Got an Iphone she a snapper

I know some rappers but know some more trappers

They got more money than you rappers

Talk like that actor you smoking tobacco

My loubotins stomp you out like I'm a capper

I’m gonna do my dab like the heisman”

“I am gonna coach, I’m Quavo O'Ryan

Look at the feds I know that they spying

I'm gonna disappear like I'm the Mayans

Hop in my rocket I bet they can't find me

F**k all that bullshit and stop with this nonsense

These Benjamins & Jacksons got something in common

All of my niggas about money and violence

For real, for real, for real

This territory sh*t is real

F**k how a ni**a gon' feel

I'm gripping on the steel

Think I might go in Beverly Hills

Get a mansion about 28 M's

No Jack and Jill but I done been on the hill

Canada pop a seal

I've been spending every penny

Monday up in Magic City

Sucking on them tig old bitties

Diamonds dancing on me like they Diddy

I've been feeling gritty but I'm looking pretty

I been popping b**ches like I'm pretty Ricky

Got a bad b**ch and her name is Nicki

She be with the ménage and come from Philly

Swear that my father's killing me

All of these racks breaking my back these dollar signs is crippling me”

I look in her eyes I'm an enemy

I come from the trap my niggas attack you won't recognize your family