From Tha Back (feat. CRI$p & Irv) Video (MV)

F*cking a bitch from the back
Pull it out put it all on her tats
You do not f*ck with the kid, you switch
Man ya I swear you get slapped (uh)
She calling me up on a Saturday
Steady charging with my batteries
Lemme tell you something
You'll will not regret it
I will not forget it (uh)
This is not a game, forget about your mane, run up on it give me brain (yeah)
You gone remember my name
When I'm pulling up, all your friends go insane
She rubbing on me with channel
Lay on your tummy and give me a belt
When I'm up in that ass, her pussy gone melt
So put that ex boy up up on the shelf (yeah)
Bitch I'm on a mission
Put her in position
Pound it out girl, put you in submission
And you know the gang, Unlisted we the gifted, yeah you know the gang, unlisted we the gifted

F*cking that bitch from tha back
F*cking that bitch from tha back
F*cking that bitch from tha back
F*cking that bitch from tha back
F*cking that bitch from tha back
F*cking that bitch from tha back
F*cking that bitch from tha back
F*cking that bitch from tha back

She gone back it up
She gone f*ck me good cuz I was spitting game and then I laid the wood
Had to leave from town cuz she was acting up
Guess I f*cked her once and then it f*cked her up
She was all attached, feeling Irv is crazy said we in public girl u know u not my lady
They pulled out the cameras started snapping wild and that bitch was wetter than the river nile
That's the first rule never trust a hoe,
Cuz she want ur fame and wanna feel the glow
But she won't be fighting going blow for blow
Still that head is nice she sucking like a pro
So I'm throwing cash just like she on the pole
I won't fill her heart but imma fill her holes
Ain't that a bitch, players be cold at least I'm not a snitch
Balling like Kobe don't be sit on the bench
Lob it to Puff yeah he Shaq with the clench and Crisp hit the three he be clutching like fisher
Pull up off the court we be driving them fiskers yeah
And I switched the lane, my bitch got on Gucci frames, she stained em, she got some nice brain eh

Woh, woh, woh, woh
Woh, woh, woh, woh
Woh, woh, woh, woh
Woh, woh, woh
Got these got these bitches bussin', f*cking, sucking, bust it bust it (yuh)
When it comes to money bitch I told you we discuss it
I told that bitch to arch her back before I re-adjust it
I'm not like these other rappers man there bars are rusted
And when it comes to riding out you know they can't be trusted (they fake)
Bitches lovin' on Yung Puff but I said see you later
I only f*cked you cause I knew ya man yeah he a hater
Imma invade her, penetrate her like a crusader (aye)
Smoking OG, not no Reggie, yeah my pounds they be heavy
Money raining like confetti
Yeah his Juul it give me heady's
Got the sauce Irv got the jelly
Give her meat just like a deli
Knew this bitch she was a telly
I can smoke you like belly
I can't f*ck with some n***s cause I know they buzzin'
I just f*ck on your girl and then I f*ck her cousin (ooo)
I just f*ck on your girl and then I f*ck her sister (aye)
Oh you mad now cause I heard this bitch just called me mister (She what)