The Last Backyard...

(Who made this shit?)
(TayTay made the beat)
XO, yeah
Ayy, tell me when you ready
I ain't lettin' 'em talk how they wanna
Kill 'em, they try to play me
Hustlin', got plenty paper
Try to take it, I'm gon' knock somethin' off
Smokin' on paper, keepin' my mind on murder
**** dissin', we tryna catch the bitch in person
That's when it goes down
Ain't no pick and choose
We don't ever lose, we known to break the rules
Put that stick on dude
Now them niggas screamin' they gon' stretch me too
Blow his mind soon as that bitch go boom
Life designed, we don't leave no clues
You want my name, I want your hat
So what the **** you wanna do?
Ooh
I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news
Them choppers screamin' like ooh
I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news, yeah
Niggas hatin', even got the police tryna stop him
He ran his mouth 'bout Top 'nem
Got the drop and then we popped him
Should be glad that you're not him
In my Rolls-Royce ridin' with no tint
Got them sticks on us like tree limbs
Big Glocks, big knots, they know him
We be ridin' around on big rims
We be schemin', tryna zip him and all the rest
Shawty hangin' 'round a bitch 'nem, we gon' put 'em all to rest
Them hoes gon' follow checks
I'm really ballin', what I got, buy all again
Backyardigans
Ooh
I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news
Them choppers screamin' like ooh
I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news, yeah (Look)
Drivin' fast, can't get a pass, you crash, nigga
Cross the line, we gon' bust his ass,
We gon' do 'em bad, leave 'em smashed, nigga
Ridin' around with these chains on,
Got my pockets filled with that bag, nigga
**** all these hoes, then I send 'em home,
And I finish flexin' while you're mad, nigga
When I up, release the whole mag, nigga (I mean that)
Them boys been hoes at all
They tend to slum it down and they won't stop
They mad I don't be tryin' and I'm hot (And I'm hot)
Buy that Bentley, then I buy another car
I have 'em wonderin' how I done got all this money, what the ****?
Got a watch on both my arms when they see me pullin' up
Got all these youngins with me armed, nigga, we don't give a ****
It go down, shoot it up
We bust and leave a nigga stuck
Run with the crowd, catch up with us (Who made this shit?)
Ooh (TayTay made the beat)
I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news
Them choppers screamin' like ooh
I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news, yeah
Ooh
They gon' say they got the police tryna stop him
He run his mouth 'bout Top 'nem
Got the drop and them we popped him
Should be glad that your not him
In my Rolls Royce ridin' with no tint
Got them sticks on us like tree limbs
Big Glocks, big knots, they know him
We be ridin' around on big rims