Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Backyard, artist - Gucci Mane. Date of issue: 14.03.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Backyard |
| Got so tough 4 way today |
| Got money stashed in my momma’s backyard |
| Got a bag of money hid away |
| Got it stashed in my momma’s backyard |
| A nigga play with my money he ain’t here today |
| A nigga dead in my momma backyard |
| Can’t forget the plays that I hit the safe |
| I got stashed in my momma’s backyard |
| Been a player with the pay |
| Ye started with a maid |
| That trapoholic crazy doing 100 k a day ye |
| I’m a survivor, race car driver |
| A drink with no mollies mixed with tranquilizers |
| I shoot at my rivals |
| I race for your title |
| I’m the average kid the berry rick your idol |
| Your bitch on pilot, a good dick rider |
| She sucked it all night and cooked the a for the side on |
| Been gambling 2 days, poker money then pound up |
| Holding exntended clips like the police allow us |
| No I.O.U I don’t fuck with the vowels |
| Or sweat backstage underneath of a towel |
| Me and Lil Wayne been doing 72 hours |
| Remember how we broke I used to wish of a prowler |
| My jewel so cold then my ring jewel colder |
| I told her when she suck my dick to do this shit louder |
| My mouth too foul and it need to get behind her |
| My breath is killing you imagine this shit more wilder |
| Deep this shit real I can feel in the shot |
| Pedophile dough, price’s 14 5's |
| And the dope so good that I bring you some powder |
| Feed the bags are OG I don’t fuck with the sour |
| Got so tough 4 way today |
| Got money stashed in my momma’s backyard |
| Got a bag of money hid away |
| Got it stashed in my momma’s backyard |
| A nigga play with my money he ain’t here today |
| A nigga dead in my momma backyard |
| Can’t forget the plays that I hit the safe |
| I got stashed in my momma’s backyard |
| Been a player with the pay |
| Ye started with a maid |
| That trapoholic crazy doing 100 k a day ye |
| My bitch bad, my money long |
| My weed loud, my team strong |
| I ain’t rolling on lesser scrum |
| I just bright your bitch tonight |
| That’s why I invited her to spend the night |
| My glock black and my coupe too |
| I drive these bitches coocoo |
| I ain’t never ever ever love these hoes |
| I just wanna smoke my weed and sell my dough |
| Can’t say Philly can’t take care of my folk |
| They say I leave a last meal everywhere I go |
| Nigga fuck with Gucci I seeing my little nigga to cut off his leg |
| Nigga snitch on daddy you guessed again one in the head |
| All of my niggas from the gutter |
| I love to fuck her but I don’t love her |
| All of my niggas told bitch got too fresh |
| We ain’t got time for no tussles |
| I put it on everything I love |
| Rule nr. 1 nigga show no love |
| My cause was a crip, my blood was a blood |
| Everything I got, I got it out the mud |
| Got so tough 4 way today |
| Got money stashed in my momma’s backyard |
| Got a bag of money hid away |
| Got it stashed in my momma’s backyard |
| A nigga play with my money he ain’t here today |
| A nigga dead in my momma backyard |
| Can’t forget the plays that I hit the safe |
| I got stashed in my momma’s backyard |
| Been a player with the pay |
| Ye started with a maid |
| That trapoholic crazy doing 100 k a day ye |