Backcreek - Jalen Santoy

I’m about to bust in with a pair of two Cubans we goin' shootin' I take the

rollie «give me the loot, give me the loot»

Mind frames to own shoot

Can’t be no flexing ass nigga up in the crew

I’m one of you

Bang!

Bang!

Ain’t ‘bout to boogie

I’m gone sit up on the roof

Let them niggas bring that scope out

Throw fingers while we

Bang!

I go I’m like messy I can’t do no wrong

She be flexing, know she checking

Know she heard the song

I don’t mind it I prefer it I just play along

I go skrrt skrrt skrrt go back where I belong

I ain’t got time for the old me

Now days I gotta get the bag and that only

Hate what I dream them niggas so me

You ain’t gotta know me but you know that god chose me

Believe you do exist (well, well)

Any given Sunday coming through with hits

(Bang)

Changed my life

I done earned my stripes

I deserve this life

I need my out right

I got only one life

I done paid my dues

(Yeah, yeah, yeah,)

Change things for the culture we just bring mine soon

Now they wanna

Pull up, pull up, pull up

(Paid my dues)

Coz pockets looking

For love, for love, for love

(Paid my dues)

Now pockets looking

For love, for love, for love

(Swerving through these) yeah yeah yeah

(Got me swerving through these backstreets

Wrong side of the tracks you on Backcreek)

Now pockets looking

For love, for love, for love

(Swerving through these) yeah yeah yeah

(Got me swerving through these backstreets

Wrong side of the tracks you on Backcreek)

(Creek, creek, creek, creek, creek, creek)

(Creek, creek, creek, creek, creek, creek)

(Creek, creek, creek, creek, creek, creek)