[Intro]

There's too many people in that lane

I’ma go ahead and hit these back streets

(CashMoneyAP)

[Chorus]

Riding through the back streets, strolling like a taxi

Subs in the backseat, bumping like acne

Riding through the back streets, strolling like a taxi

Subs in the backseat, bumping like acne

Riding through the back streets, strolling like a taxi

Subs in the backseat, bumping like acne

Riding through the back streets, strolling like a taxi

Subs in the backseat, bumping like acne

[Verse 1]

My flow cold like anemic doctors, locked in the Arctic

Archive off Antarctica, boxed in the freezing lockers

Hoodie on likе Assassin's Creed, hard hat with the Bible on me

Hеaded to the west like Johnny Appleseed

Boy, I'm in this world like Tychicus, ock it down from east to west

Keep it super fresh like I’m Easter dress

Down and I'm back, now that I'm back

How can I back down to my whack challenges?

Just the sound of that makes me want to drop to the ground and laugh now

How can that leave legacy that we really gotta lock like Alcatraz

I'm on the gritty getting busy, finna bounce the tracks

Don't nobody know what to do when I'm about to snap

'Cause I'm gifted with this witness, we did it again

Dismiss dimwits real quick, we winning again

Ain’t no hide-and-seek, man, y’all know where to find me

I be with mosquitoes in that blood like YG

Mouthies pop like handguns, better knock it off like dandruff

Shake a hater up like and one, boy, you better back up and some

[Chorus]

Riding through the back streets, strolling like a taxi

Subs in the backseat, bumping like acne

Riding through the back streets, strolling like a taxi

Subs in the backseat, bumping like acne

Riding through the back streets, strolling like a taxi

Subs in the backseat, bumping like acne

Riding through the back streets, strolling like a taxi

Subs in the backseat, bumping like acne

[Verse 2]

Yeah, when I spit, might start a mosh pit, hype

Start marching, stomping

Enemies I hit em with the doctrine, I been known to get it poppin'

Anybody talking about what they wanna, get up in the studio

I kick it stone cold like Austin

I’ma yell three sixteen, kick three sixteens

Make 'em feel it in they bones like cartilage

Nickname Spartacus, big things poppin' and

Little things stopping and real saints hopping in

Switchblade chopping it, sixth grade audience

Press Play rocking it, yes, they rocking it

King James rocking it, thieves ain't robbing us

Reframe off of this, please stay off of this

We stay confident, we pay homage and

We take all of it, we pray, gotta get

All the credit for the things we do

The team is on a mission, boy, we comin’ for your crew

I got 'em in the lineup like your boy was selling soup

I'm all about that business like I can't get round the soot

In a suit, in a suit

Ayy, and we working, yeah

Picture perfect, facts are clean I'm like detergent, yeah

Please don't hurt 'em, yeah

Please don't hurt 'em, yeah

Every time a step up on the instrumental

Gotta represent it 'til they learn it, learn it, yeah

[Chorus]

Riding through the back streets, strolling like a taxi

Subs in the backseat, bumping like acne

Riding through the back streets, strolling like a taxi

Subs in the backseat, bumping like acne

Riding through the back streets, strolling like a taxi

Subs in the backseat, bumping like acne

Riding through the back streets, strolling like a taxi

Subs in the backseat, bumping like acne