Lyrics Back off Me - Pouya

Back off Me

Bitch, back off of me, MAC on my hip
When I bust I’ll turn you obsolete, don’t bother me
​iPhone buzz if I don’t get it once, what the fuck you think?
I’m not the type to think before I act
You can bust a thousand rounds, I’m still intact
Bitch, back off of me, MAC on my hip
When I bust I’ll turn you obsolete, don’t bother me
​iPhone buzz if I don’t get it once, what the fuck you think?
I’m not the type to think before I act
You can bust a thousand rounds, I’m still intact
White socks to match the cocaine Gucci flops
Keep a rack inside my pocket and a ratchet in my crotch
I can’t trust you just because you say you trust me to my face
I seen many men with a motive to just take my life away, shit
I Ryan Dunned the Porsche and almost turned into a corpse
I was thinking 'bout some devil shit, thank God he ain’t do worse
I won’t fuck around with the ouija no more
From the down south side where the cars don’t sit low
Got me sittin' on them 24's, candy paint match the hoes, panty hoes
Cinemax when I get in my zone, sit back when I get in my whip
Tote fire when you get in my face, 5'5, never been alive
I can’t fuck no ho from my past 'cause I can’t give 'em that privilege
You was the same bitch from my hood that never wanted to fuck with me
Bitch, back off of me, MAC on my hip
When I bust I’ll turn you obsolete, don’t bother me
​iPhone buzz if I don’t get it once, what the fuck you think?
I’m not the type to think before I act
You can bust a thousand rounds, I’m still intact
Bitch, back off of me, MAC on my hip
When I bust I’ll turn you obsolete, don’t bother me
​iPhone buzz if I don’t get it once, what the fuck you think?
I’m not the type to think before I act
You can bust a thousand rounds, I’m still intact