Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Backboard, artist - Meek Mill. Album song Meekend Mu$ic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Maybach
Song language: English
Backboard |
I came from serving them bags out a back-porch |
(Serving them bags out a back-porch) |
We hit that boy with a stick cause he asked for it |
(Hit that boy with a stick) |
Residue, I threw that brick off a backboard |
(I threw that brick off a backboard) |
80k on, it’s a backend, backend |
I hit that lil boy with a Mac-10, Mac-10 |
I spent like four racks on a jacket, fashion |
I fuck that ho with a passion, I’m everlasting |
I am a leader, (boss) |
Never a follower (never a follower, whoo) |
You a dick eater, your girl’s a swallower (she official my nigga) |
No I won’t hit her, she not in my caliber (wouldn't even hit that thot) |
We’ve been stunting a long time, I know that they tired of us (niggas is sick, |
woah) |
I ain’t around no fuck boy |
Glock four pound in the tuck boy |
Big D’s on truck boy (skrt-skrt) |
All my young niggas sell boy (young nigga) |
Young boy going like Elroy (yeah) |
Big booty back in the Goyard (Goyard) |
Spend the whole thing in Bergdorf |
These niggas sick, need Airborne |
Flood my Patek |
Young boy still getting at it (at it) |
21 shots my FN (brrrr) |
Young rich nigga living savage (savage) |
You in the hood, gotta check in |
We the side never need passes (no) |
These fuck boys so swagless, 4500 my jacket, fashion |
(Skrt-skrt) |
Hey, 200 miles on the dashboard (skrt-skrt-skrt) |
I came from serving them bags out a back-porch |
(Serving them bags out a back-porch) |
We hit that boy with a stick cause he asked for it |
(Hit that boy with a stick) |
Residue, I threw that brick off a backboard |
(I through that brick off a backboard) |
80k on, it’s a backend, backend |
I hit that lil boy with a Mac-10, Mac-10 |
I spent like 4 racks on a jacket, fashion |
I fuck that ho with a passion, I’m everlasting |
Your bitch’ll call me Mr. Big |
My house a year old like a kid |
We murk 'em then we dodge the pigs |
Put a dirt bike on your wig |
Could be court side with your bitch (skrt) |
Could be worldwide, I’m a trend (woah) |
Make her snort a line like a pin (snh) |
Nigga diamonds jumping out the gym |
Take it all off, take it all off with your friends, ay |
Play with my dogs, then we going off with your head, yeah |
The Percocets on me, a young nigga take a lot of meds |
I pop me a thirty now I walk around like I’m dead (dead man walking) |
I’m high as the law, I’m lit like July the 4th |
Double R seats they tight, but a pussy nigga really soft (soft) |
I’ma take off on sight (takeoff), run a nigga down like Moss |
I got me a Draco on the flight, I came out the creek like Dawson |
Hey, 200 miles on the dashboard (skrt-skrt-skrt) |
I came from serving them bags out a back-porch |
(Serving them bags out a back-porch) |
We hit that boy with a stick cause he asked for it |
(Hit that boy with a stick) |
Residue, I threw that brick off a backboard |
(I through that brick off a backboard) |
80k on, it’s a backend, backend |
I hit that lil boy with a Mac-10, Mac-10 |
I spent like 4 racks on a jacket, fashion |
I fuck that ho with a passion, I’m everlasting |
Swerving, swerving, swerving, swerving |
Basic bitches make me nervous |
I’m so high, ain’t got no service |
Fuck a fuckboy bitch on purpose |
Swerving, swerving, swerving, swerving |
Bust a brick down, bag and serve it |
We gon' take this shit the furthest |
Play with me and shit get murdered (brrp-brrp) |