Back Of Da Bach Lyrics

I'm ridin' in the back of the Bach, fly as a dove

Brodie ask me how I'm feelin', I don't know, gave a little shrug

But life is good, it's what it should, goin' up high and above

And miss me with the fakin' and the flaw, keep all the love

I'm spittin' bathroom talk, that deuce, deuce, really that

Brand new two door coupe, need it black, left pocket fat

High as Shaq, I take it back, I'd rather stack

Ain't none of that, that flexin' wack, that's how they take it

Gimme that, I'm talkin' jack

She talkin' bout, she real, girl, be for real, we got the bills

That's why you here. Like momma say, "Go-on hea"

They tried to block me out, I picked the lock

She think I'm green like baby stop

Post on the gram, ain't on the block

Like I'm Kareem, it's to the top

Tryin' to live luxury, ain't never been the two or three

But if I'm two, it's God then me

Bae I'm a G

Don't lie to me, unless you wanna say bye to me

My life for real, no try to be

They wanna hate, but proud of me

I hate to leech, with all in me

Like stage, send me this

Or stage, get me that

But who got stage back

When he fallin' or lack

Or probably low on his sack

Or really can't give back

Now, see, that's the real question

Ain't gon' get into that

I keep it cool, cause talk is cheap

Play by the rules, walk on the beat

What's loose, your screws can't hang with me

Girl, I'm the truth, what can't you see?

Look at my wrist, ice shinin

Check my timing, watch diamond

Icy veins, perfect timing

Sucks to see lil stage shining

Steady savin', bae, I'm talkin' guap

I know you probably wanna shop

Chick played me left

Politely blocked

Is what it is,

Can't stop the guap

Still smilin', cheek to cheek

Track shoes, double B

Rock alone, no company

Stay to myself, don't come for me

My life a movie, H&D

I'm goin' crazy, ADD

Ain't really in the shade or tea

This life right here too fake to me

Pote, born and raised me

But in the A, like Faithfully

Cartier, face pink

Rose gold, what you think?

The way it's shinin', hard to blink

This rap no cap, just had to think

You want the green or want my heart

I drop the tape, might break the charts

Steady balling, Tony Park

Wrist shinin' in the dark

Law want the scat, he want it black

I told him cat

Or even track

And I'm still ridin' in the back of the Bach

Fly as a dove

Brodie ask me how I'm feelin', I don't know

Gave a lil shrug, but life is good

Is what it should

Goin' up, high and above

And miss me with the fake and the flaw

Keep all the love!