[Hook]

Back up off me hoe

I go hard until the coffin close

Make her drop it low

The homie trippin he might pop it tho

Fly like cockpits woe

When ya pockets grow

Gotta watch them n***** (Why Floe?)

Aww s*** they be plottin' yo

[Verse1]

Where my dogs at

Where my where my dogs at

Where my dogs at

Where my where my dogs at

My ambitionz as a ridah

The homie lighting up that fire

And he keep that fire beside em

I told the brodie call me up if theres a problem n****

If they got problems with ya trust then they got problems with us

And I put that on the family

They can't stop the kid they gon have to find a plan B

Drink the Henny to the face no chaser Shorty think I'm finna chase her?

I'll replace her

In the stu late nights like Letterman

I got em jocking like a letterman

[Hook]

Back up off me hoe

I go hard until the coffin close

Make her drop it low

The homie trippin he might pop it tho

Fly like cockpits woe

When ya pockets grow

Gotta watch them n***** (Why Floe?)

Aww s*** they be plottin' yo

Back up off me hoe

I go hard until the coffin close

Make her drop it low

The homie trippin he might pop it tho

Fly like cockpits woe

When ya pockets grow

Gotta watch them n***** (Why Floe?)

Aww s*** they be plottin' yo

[Verse2]

Where them shorties getting money

Where them shorties at

Where them shorties getting money

Where them shorties at

She hella bad ain't gotta brag

Shorty bout her bag

The type of shorty buy a crib

Shorty fuck a Prada bag

You the type I like call me any time of night

You got my number right?

Call me when you need that pipe

I make her fiend but the p***** clean

I go dumb when I'm in between

Make her cum you should hear the way she scream

Eyes low riding slow sticking to the code

Don't ever walk up on some body whip that you don't know

Gotta stay up on ya toes cuz n***** down to go

In the city of them poles

You could lose ya life over a post

[Hook]

Back up off me hoe

I go hard until the coffin close

Make her drop it low

The homie trippin he might pop it tho

Fly like cockpits woe

When ya pockets grow

Gotta watch them n***** (Why Floe?)

Aww s*** they be plottin' yo

Back up off me hoe

I go hard until the coffin close

Make her drop it low

The homie trippin he might pop it tho

Fly like cockpits woe

When ya pockets grow

Gotta watch them n***** (Why Floe?)

Aww s*** they be plottin' yo