Backoutsideboyz Drake

BackOutsideBoyz, totin a seventy on the strip, Im ready to die (Die)

Cuttin the traction, bendin the corner, bet I make shit glide (Shh)

Tried to bring the drama to me, he aint know how we cha-cha slide (Yeah)

Ill never lose sleep over no bitch, way too much pride (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Fill it up in a briefcase, split this shit with the vibes (Yeah, yeah, hm, hm, hm)



Breakin a Brinks truck, my right wrist Van Cleef (Cleef)

I spent days in the East tryna figure if Im geeked (Kay)

This bitch tweakin, talked too much while I was geeked, blew my peep (Brr)

Fu*kin rap niggas hoes, Im on the street, this shit sweet (Hey)

I went half a million on rosé, did four million on my ice (Hey, hey)

Couple million on my cars, I went Tyson, Im too nice (Hey, hey)

Nigga stopped me on the street, wanted to talk, so he asked my price (Yeah, hey, kay)

The number was high as me, I aint gon lie (Yeah, okay)

I was fu*kin with this lil woe, I think she bi (Bi)

Tweakin, the 6 God is comin back (Brr)