Koen Falconer - Backstreets Lyrics

Riding through the city through the backstreets
Homie stay riding always with me
Windows all tinted so they can't see
Running this money it look like a track meet
I look like a athlete
Pouring soda in my cup finna bust down
I don't really talk on the phone i'm a renown
Cop a new piece yea i'm chillin in a trap now
(yea)
Yeah i'm chillin in a traphouse
I swear that gods got a play for me
Thirsty for clout he be posting shit crazily
(crazy)
Me and them are not standing adjacently
Shots hit his mouth well at least he died tastefully
Glad the lord never taken me
Trust in god so I get money faithfully
Not just occasionally
Gotta get cake every day like I work at a bakery
Moving silent they cannot be tracing me
Stood up tall they don't hail the bravery
Called up some brothers I know thats gon' spray for me
(shoot for me)
Tried to paint a picture but they can't see
Gotta speak with a cipher in case they be taping me
I'm with the homies till death so I basically
Got more brothers than Jordan's whole agency
Float on the beat I be moving so gracefully
Never catch me in the backseat
Shooters in the sky got it looking like apache
(apache)
See the moves getting flashy, too catchy
Try and catch me park you up on Gap St
Making moves for the hilltop
I been switching lanes in the droptop
Leave the room silent you could probably hear a pin drop
Whatever I spend I make it back prof
(whatever I spend I make it back prof)
(aye)
Riding through the city through the backstreets
Homie stay riding always with me
Windows all tinted so they can't see
Running this money it look like a track meet
I look like a athlete
Pouring soda in my cup finna bust down
I don't really talk on the phone i'm a renown
Cop a new piece yea i'm chillin in a trap now
(yea)
Yeah i'm chillin in a traphouse