Hu$tle - BAK'D lyrics

[Mr Green :Hook] I got popo trynna catch me These churches trynna to save me This gold around my neck and my pockets getting fuller This kush all in my system I be high , these clouds are friendly Mane we cartal to the very I got girlies trynna do me cos I'm Bak'd I'm bak'd x2 They be like he bak'd We bak'd x2 Damn that n***a be bak'd He bak'd x2 Cartal n***a we bak'd We bak'd x2 [Verse 1:chris k] Preaching on these lectures Filling on these records Hol'up. Statistics of a lyricist Kickin kicks to backpack rappin zone in I'm the legacy Bustin doors till I knock front of yuur skull cap And I ain't frontin, Appealing the rapture full clip Foolish, I do this, was born on cloud 9 with 16 bars bricks I rep LB I'm the only cap stone of the pyramid Now I carter gang bangin sound till I speak melodies Now quote the word life on me Chris k I flip verse to word on my note till I spit holy water.. The blessing fallin from above try to duck the honor Cr-crack from behind till I duck stand over water Outstanding on em, Lord of rap then I brake on gap Castrol on my gas, while I keep it fast Metal bars jail rack, then I keep impact On the rap game jag with a God rap jag Man I concurred it.. Grind grind grind till I see hustle resigning Directed green on that exit lighting Make space for the chosen one Bartender bars so bottles be pack of bars We customize the rap with wrap check the bars I'm the best and yuu ain't know it [Mr Green :Hook] I got popo trynna catch me These churches trynna save me This gold around my neck and my pockets getting fuller This kush all in my system I be high , these clouds are friendly Mane we cartal to the very I got girlies trynna do me cos I'm Bak'd I'm bak'd x2 They be like he bak'd We bak'd x2 Damn that n***a be bak'd He bak'd x2 Cartal n***a we bak'd We bak'd x2 [Verse 2:Pharoah Phazzy] Its january's very own I'm a high roller , I'm a capricon I came in the game and I sow , its high time I rip it off I'm swerving off , I'm raw I ain't cooked , I'm bak'd And for real my n***a , don't act Last verse , last n***a to fill in the pace Enough small talk , let me cut to chase Address , I'm blowing money fast Giving these strippers a slice of the bread Pharoah's the name , phazzy the n***a to blame Lyrical beast that's the clan ,we making it rain Yall n***as be talking about it, they talking that talk You talking that talk ,we grinding hard Getting that dough, is that why you mad us for Pretending like u don't see us n***a Buh you always picturing us like you listening to your stereo Can't get on my back , can't get on my back Can't get on my case I thought I told you before , I'm the best there is and that ever was Pharoah check the time line , numbers don't lie You n***as I don't buy Saying I'm a one hit wonder Yea I'm a once hit wonder on your girl , gon hit it once Never strike again like thunder [Mr Green :Hook] I got popo trynna catch me These churches trynna save me This gold around my neck and my pockets getting fuller This kush all in my system I be high , these clouds are friendly Mane we cartal to the very I got girlies trynna do me cos I'm Bak'd I'm bak'd x2 They be like he bak'd We bak'd x2 Damn that n***a be bak'd He bak'd x2 Cartal n***a we bak'd We bak'd x2 [Verse 3:Hu$tle] I got pop trynna catch me These girlies trynna trap me This gold around my neck , this ice on my wrist got me feeling fresh This dough up in my pocket , we too attached like a wall to a socket I'm swagged out to the max Yeah am. a dog buh a n***a don't bite Plus they said I'm deselected when I told her she ain't right Mane my note pad going on strike cause all my lines are priceless Ain't nobody perfect Buh it seems so when you look at our pictures They looking at us like tools so these broke n***as screaming 'fix us' And this verse Was never rehearsed, coming fresh out of the scriptures This booth is my confessional Mane I gat here feeling like a pilgrim We the realest, illest,not forgetting trillest Spreading realness , through illness Like this ain't spitting, mane I'm sneezing Yeah L.B that's the fam I put yall n***as on my back T.C.G that's the fam We gat the swag, something you like And we shinning so bright like screw your candy paint Fist fulla dough no oven but you can see I'm bak'd n***a!! [Verse 4:Mr Green] L.B that's the fam, I put yall n***as on my back f** that beef tip bra let's ball We gon count paper so tall I just pray we never fall and together we shall stand Always strapped like rubber bands Blow them haters away like sand [Outro:Mr Green] Haha I'm bak'd Shout out goosen n***a Shout out faded, chris k, yung Hu$tle Pharoah phazzy Shout out tha n***a neemias Shout out izzy , shout out jay nerd I see ya Shout out kale God bless you mane