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BackRoad Gee – Fxct It Lyrics

BackRoad Gee Fxct It Lyrics, Fxct It Lyrics by BackRoad Gee ft B.G. TizzTrap

BackRoad Gee
(Viper)
(Katmandu)

Fuck it
Pass me the ting, lemme bruk it (Bruk it)
The firing pin we go done it (Done it)
Don’t worry ’bout them, they my son king (Woi!)
Outside man multiply numbers (Grrrrr)
Backroad, man tear up jumpers (Baow! Baow!)
Hah, done him (Done him)
Hah, he’s running (He’s gone)

Fuck it
Pass me the ting, lemme bruk it (Bruk it)
The firing pin we go done it (Done it)
Don’t worry ’bout them, they my son king (Woi!)
Outside man multiply numbers (Grrrrr)
Backroad, man tear up jumpers (Baow! Baow!)
Hah, done him (Done him)
Hah, he’s running (He’s gone)

Yo, hit four packs, it was a lit, lit move
Copped that pack, split that in two
See the re re-ring got a peng ting too
Had to grab that pack, this prof I choose
See this j-bird’s calling me rude
When she clocked that I’m starting to get that food (Get rich)
Tryna get man down with this woosh woosh
Three man up in a three-door coupe (Baow, baow!)
Don’t think we lack (We don’t)
Three-eight auto claps in the ding dong ride
And it’s looking like cam
Mash that work, still dishing out packs
Hella yutes got food, but their food’s bare wack
Yutes get sucked, is it Tizz or Trap?
Get man down, mi nuh about chat
Any L’s gang take, gang’s getting that back

Fuck it
Pass me the ting, lemme bruk it (Bruk it)
The firing pin we go done it (Done it)
Don’t worry ’bout them, they my son king (Woi!)
Outside man multiply numbers (Grrrrr)
Backroad, man tear up jumpers (Baow! Baow!)
Hah, done him (Done him)
Hah, he’s running (He’s gone)

Fuck it
Pass me the ting, lemme bruk it (Bruk it)
The firing pin we go done it (Done it)
Don’t worry ’bout them, they my son king (Woi!)
Outside man multiply numbers (Grrrrr)
Backroad, man tear up jumpers (Baow! Baow!)
Hah, done him (Done him)
Hah, he’s running (He’s gone)

B-B-BG, BG, two side black gang
And I should of put the studes in my sat nav
End up on the ting, made it beat like Katman’
Bad boy, what, manna show you ’bout bad man
Got shot, still tryna tweet and @ man (Ah!)
My apologies to the cabman
But I’m on a mish with Ghost tryna pack man
Shoot man’s front, mi nuh care about backchat
Two’s up twos, I’m a two side shooter
Leng and brown, she a two side cuter
I’m with Fred, little bro he a booter
Face shot close, but the gun jam sooner
Bando B, I’m with Bando E
Ibo just called for the bando boomers
Done it on foot, could’ve done it on scooters
Dot dot old, tell Tizz bring the Cougar

Fuck it
Pass me the ting, lemme bruk it (Bruk it)
The firing pin we go done it (Done it)
Don’t worry ’bout them, they my son king (Woi!)
Outside man multiply numbers (Grrrrr)
Backroad, man tear up jumpers (Baow! Baow!)
Hah, done him (Done him)
Hah, he’s running (He’s gone)

Next hundred bags, taking out twenty
Darg, I’ma spend that all on waps
I need two Brownings and a fuckin’ MAC
And if I can get me a rifle, akh
Long, reach, we need that shit
Vroom skurr we there in the pitch (Skrrrrrr)
Don’t make me ling that one like my name be Lingard
Outside don’t know nothin’ ’bout inside
Man try leave that corn there inside
Get off your arse or suck your mum
SYM, your time is done
Them man chat loads
Out here they ain’t got no backbone
My guys are fully on backroad
Man slap, man slap, man slap

Fuck it
Pass me the ting, lemme bruk it (Bruk it)
The firing pin we go done it (Done it)
Don’t worry ’bout them, they my son king (Woi!)
Outside man multiply numbers (Grrrrr)
Backroad, man tear up jumpers (Baow! Baow!)
Hah, done him (Done him)
Hah, he’s running (He’s gone)

Fuck it
Pass me the ting, lemme bruk it (Bruk it)
The firing pin we go done it (Done it)
Don’t worry ’bout them, they my son king (Woi!)
Outside man multiply numbers (Grrrrr)
Backroad, man tear up jumpers (Baow! Baow!)
Hah, done him (Done him)
Hah, he’s running (He’s gone)