F*cking weed punching
Pull my lil' sleeves up on my lil' Polo jacket, okay
Look, I got it tucked under my shoulders
4L, bitch I be the coldest
Beaucoup bitches, beaucoup motion
Niggas talking like they know me
Plenty paper for to go get
Can't be waiting, what's the hold-up
A real player, you can't coach me
Okay, lil' bity baby
Lil' Golden Baby
Nine-Eleven in my section, Can't let them catch me with this Drac'
I put my weed out, make corrections
I move structured out in traffic, with that package somewhere close to my zipper
Mr. Back Active
Let's get it cracking
I'm back trapping
I'm starting from scratchy
Okay, my section Bubba pressure
Could really be taxing
Cuz say you want get rich, don't sit, just ask him
I try my hardest for to quit, I'm addicted to having
I'm addicted to lavish
I'm overthinking
Hit the weed to quit me from spazzing
Could lose it all and get it back to show it ain't magic
The type to get down on my knees and pray for a package
I'm trying to quit serving in traffic, that's a bad habit
These cameras catch all the action
I be paranoid in North BR
I still don't know who ratting
Put my weed down, pay attention
I got warrants, can't be slipping
F*ck the county, f*ck the parish, f*ck the sheriffs and the cities
I got shit I need to put into fruition (Dirty bitches) You'on hear me
Charges pending, different cities, traffic tickets, and suspensions
Okay, my taper fade sticking
And my manicure hitting
Okay, I'm clean, 23's, Polo tee's and a fitted
In the booth full of weed, Can you please leave me 'lone
Okay, DND my phones
I then fell off in my zone
Talking serving, I keep pressure weed
And my numbers cheap
Hit my line
Baby make it ding
I got what you need
Okay, its jumping like a trampoline
Bow, Bam, Bing-
Okay, its jumping like a trampoline-
Okay, its jumping like a trampoline
Come and thug with me
4L living
Pressure business
Mr. I don't f*ck with niggaz
Okay, Mr. Make It Happen
I ain't got it, I'ma get it
Piss me off when niggaz envy
We get the same sixty minutes
Lit' Joe
I got it tucked under my shoulders
4L, bitch I be the coldest
Beaucoup bitches, beaucoup motion
Niggas talking like they know me
Plenty paper for to go get
Can't be waiting, what's the hold-up
A real player, you can't coach me
Okay, lil' bity baby
Lil' Golden Baby
Nine-Eleven in my section
Can't let them catch me with this Drac'
I put my weed out, make corrections
I move structured out in traffic, with that package somewhere close to my zipper
Mr. Back Active
Let's get it cracking
I'm back trapping
I'm starting from scratchy
Okay, my section Bubba pressure
Could really be taxing
4oel - Mr. Back Active Lyrics
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F*cking weed punching
Pull my lil' sleeves up on my lil' Polo jacket, okay
Look, I got it tucked under my shoulders
4L, bitch I be the coldest
Beaucoup bitches, beaucoup motion
Niggas talking like they know me
Plenty paper for to go get
Can't be waiting, what's the hold-up
A real player, you can't coach me
Okay, lil' bity baby
Lil' Golden Baby
Nine-Eleven in my section, Can't let them catch me with this Drac'
I put my weed out, make corrections
I move structured out in traffic, with that package somewhere close to my zipper
Mr. Back Active
Let's get it cracking
I'm back trapping
I'm starting from scratchy
Okay, my section Bubba pressure
Could really be taxing
Cuz say you want get rich, don't sit, just ask him
I try my hardest for to quit, I'm addicted to having
I'm addicted to lavish
I'm overthinking
Hit the weed to quit me from spazzing
Could lose it all and get it back to show it ain't magic
The type to get down on my knees and pray for a package
I'm trying to quit serving in traffic, that's a bad habit
These cameras catch all the action
I be paranoid in North BR
I still don't know who ratting
Put my weed down, pay attention
I got warrants, can't be slipping
F*ck the county, f*ck the parish, f*ck the sheriffs and the cities
I got shit I need to put into fruition (Dirty bitches) You'on hear me
Charges pending, different cities, traffic tickets, and suspensions
Okay, my taper fade sticking
And my manicure hitting
Okay, I'm clean, 23's, Polo tee's and a fitted
In the booth full of weed, Can you please leave me 'lone
Okay, DND my phones
I then fell off in my zone
Talking serving, I keep pressure weed
And my numbers cheap
Hit my line
Baby make it ding
I got what you need
Okay, its jumping like a trampoline
Bow, Bam, Bing-
Okay, its jumping like a trampoline-
Okay, its jumping like a trampoline
Come and thug with me
4L living
Pressure business
Mr. I don't f*ck with niggaz
Okay, Mr. Make It Happen
I ain't got it, I'ma get it
Piss me off when niggaz envy
We get the same sixty minutes
Lit' Joe
I got it tucked under my shoulders
4L, bitch I be the coldest
Beaucoup bitches, beaucoup motion
Niggas talking like they know me
Plenty paper for to go get
Can't be waiting, what's the hold-up
A real player, you can't coach me
Okay, lil' bity baby
Lil' Golden Baby
Nine-Eleven in my section
Can't let them catch me with this Drac'
I put my weed out, make corrections
I move structured out in traffic, with that package somewhere close to my zipper
Mr. Back Active
Let's get it cracking
I'm back trapping
I'm starting from scratchy
Okay, my section Bubba pressure
Could really be taxing
Pull my lil' sleeves up on my lil' Polo jacket, okay
Look, I got it tucked under my shoulders
4L, bitch I be the coldest
Beaucoup bitches, beaucoup motion
Niggas talking like they know me
Plenty paper for to go get
Can't be waiting, what's the hold-up
A real player, you can't coach me
Okay, lil' bity baby
Lil' Golden Baby
Nine-Eleven in my section, Can't let them catch me with this Drac'
I put my weed out, make corrections
I move structured out in traffic, with that package somewhere close to my zipper
Mr. Back Active
Let's get it cracking
I'm back trapping
I'm starting from scratchy
Okay, my section Bubba pressure
Could really be taxing
Cuz say you want get rich, don't sit, just ask him
I try my hardest for to quit, I'm addicted to having
I'm addicted to lavish
I'm overthinking
Hit the weed to quit me from spazzing
Could lose it all and get it back to show it ain't magic
The type to get down on my knees and pray for a package
I'm trying to quit serving in traffic, that's a bad habit
These cameras catch all the action
I be paranoid in North BR
I still don't know who ratting
Put my weed down, pay attention
I got warrants, can't be slipping
F*ck the county, f*ck the parish, f*ck the sheriffs and the cities
I got shit I need to put into fruition (Dirty bitches) You'on hear me
Charges pending, different cities, traffic tickets, and suspensions
Okay, my taper fade sticking
And my manicure hitting
Okay, I'm clean, 23's, Polo tee's and a fitted
In the booth full of weed, Can you please leave me 'lone
Okay, DND my phones
I then fell off in my zone
Talking serving, I keep pressure weed
And my numbers cheap
Hit my line
Baby make it ding
I got what you need
Okay, its jumping like a trampoline
Bow, Bam, Bing-
Okay, its jumping like a trampoline-
Okay, its jumping like a trampoline
Come and thug with me
4L living
Pressure business
Mr. I don't f*ck with niggaz
Okay, Mr. Make It Happen
I ain't got it, I'ma get it
Piss me off when niggaz envy
We get the same sixty minutes
Lit' Joe
I got it tucked under my shoulders
4L, bitch I be the coldest
Beaucoup bitches, beaucoup motion
Niggas talking like they know me
Plenty paper for to go get
Can't be waiting, what's the hold-up
A real player, you can't coach me
Okay, lil' bity baby
Lil' Golden Baby
Nine-Eleven in my section
Can't let them catch me with this Drac'
I put my weed out, make corrections
I move structured out in traffic, with that package somewhere close to my zipper
Mr. Back Active
Let's get it cracking
I'm back trapping
I'm starting from scratchy
Okay, my section Bubba pressure
Could really be taxing
Writer: JOEL WILLIAMS
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