Takeoff - Back Hurt lyrics
[Hook: Quavo] I'm a lucky ba*tard, my car like Dukes of Hazzard I never had a ghostwriter, I'm afraid of Casper I f**ed her one time, then my homie f**ed right after Always keep it real, I ain't never been an actor All these racks make my motherf**ing back hurt All these racks make my motherf**ing back hurt All these racks make my motherf**ing back hurt All these racks make my motherf**ing back hurt [Verse 1: Quavo & Takeoff] Big bowl of money, I look like big bowl of money Got a tommy on the Kawasaki, blowing out an onion Takeoff Frank Lucas, I got 'em itching They addicted to Bobby and Mr. Whitneys And they drinking on Actavis what a feeling Momma told me drink water, flush out my kidney I'm a lucky ba*tard, dab, ooh, dagger Your b**h a happy camper, got an iPhone she a snapper I know some rappers but know some more trappers They got more money than you rappers Talk like that actor you smoking tobacco My Louboutins stomp you out like I'm a capper I'm gonna do my dab like the Heisman I want a coke I'm Quavo O'Ryan Look at the feds I know that they spying I'm gonna disappear like I'm the Mayans Hop in my rocket I bet they can't find me f** all that bullsh** and stop with this nonsense These Benjamins and Jacksons got something in common All of my n***as about money and violence For real, for real, for real, this territory sh** is real f** how a n***a gon' feel, I'm just gripping on the steel Think I might go in Beverly Hills Get a mansion about 28 M's No Jack and Jill but I done been on the hill Drinking Act now I popped a seal [Hook: Quavo] I'm a lucky ba*tard, my car like Dukes of Hazzard I never had a ghostwriter, I'm afraid of Casper I f**ed her one time, then my homie f**ed right after Always keep it real, I ain't never been an actor All these racks make my motherf**ing back hurt All these racks make my motherf**ing back hurt All these racks make my motherf**ing back hurt All these racks make my motherf**ing back hurt [Verse 2: A$AP Ferg] I've been spending every penny Monday up in Magic City s**ing on them tig old bitties Diamonds dancing on me like they Diddy I've been feeling gritty but I'm looking pretty I been popping b**hes like I'm Pretty Ricky Got a bad b**h and her name is Nicki She be with the ménage and come from Philly Yeah, swear that my father's k**ing me All of these racks breaking my back These dollars signs is crippling me Yeah, I look in her eyes I'm an enemy I come from the trap, my n***as attack You won't recognize your family [Hook: Quavo] I'm a lucky ba*tard, my car like Dukes of Hazzard I never had a ghostwriter, I'm afraid of Casper I f**ed her one time, then my homie f**ed right after Always keep it real, I ain't never been an actor All these racks make my motherf**ing back hurt All these racks make my motherf**ing back hurt All these racks make my motherf**ing back hurt All these racks make my motherf**ing back hurt