Backyard

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It's a hit
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 Yeah I'm in the hood, and I'm feelin' good
 And I'm gettin' nice, and it's over ice
 You know what I'm on
 I be hella low, I don't gotta flex
 I don't gotta drive
 Yeah I'm on my way to check my homie in the Ford
 Yeah I got the the bag, put in hella work
 Bubbles in the glass, Henny in the cup
 Baddie on the front porch
 I been outta town, and I'm movin' fast
 Gettin' outta hand, and I'm buyin' land
 Police at the front door
 From Clinton Hill with love, run up on you in the sun
 Hope you do not let these new folks fool you
 Ayy, you could get it if you want
 Do not come here with the drama
 I can't really save you from my homies if they choose you
 Pour the drink, (Pour the drink) roll it up (Roll it up)
 Make a toast (Make a toast), light it up (Light it up)
 Pour the drink, (Pour the drink) roll it up (Roll it up)
 Make a toast (Make a toast), light it up (Light it up)
 It's a vibe, you could dance if you want to
 Put your hands high up in the air if you want to
 Everybody get a lil too drunk sometimes
 I ain't finna look at you like I know what you goin' through
 Ayy, it's a vibe, you could dance if you want to
 Put your hands high up in the air if you want to
 Fuck a hater, you could be a fan if you want to
 Someone lookin' at you from the side, what you gon' do? Ayy
 What's your name, where you from
 Where you stay, who you know
 What you tryna do today, I can take you
 Shortie bad, beauty mark on her face
 Brown skin, I'm just starin' thinking, "Who the fuck made you?"
 Told her we could kick it in the backyard
 And she got the fattie and I know that shit is mad soft
 All she wanna do is sip mimosas on the beach, though
 Yellow sundress got a brother thinkin' bad thoughts, ayy
 Mommy is a ten, she like, "I don't need a man
 But it's summer in New York and I could really use a friend"
 Say less, she my favorite
 She don't need to party with the nigga that she came with
 She a real one, never put up with no fake shit
 Lot of people shootin' but she really entertainin'
 Downtown, right about now
 I could see us havin' fun when we leave the pow wow
 Pretty lady I could eat if we feelin' a chow down
 Got the record on repeat, shorty how do that sound?
 What you wanna do?
 Pour the drink, (Pour the drink) roll it up (Roll it up)
 Make a toast (Make a toast), light it up (Light it up)
 Pour the drink, (Pour the drink) roll it up (Roll it up)
 Make a toast (Make a toast), light it up (Light it up)
 It's a vibe, you could dance if you want to
 Put your hands high up in the air if you want to
 Everybody get a lil too drunk sometimes
 I ain't finna look at you like I know what you goin' through
 Ayy, it's a vibe, you could dance if you want to
 Put your hands high up in the air if you want to
 Fuck a hater, you could be a fan if you want to
 Someone lookin' at you from the side, what you gon' do? Ayy
 ♪
 That's a hit daddy!
 

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Duration
03:25
Key
11
Tempo
150 BPM

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