Backfade Lyrics by The Game & Big Hit
I got your backfade, I got your backfade
A hundred niggas knocked out, a hundred racks made
I got your backfade, I got your backfade
Couple Ms for my son, had the track made
Mason jar with the Branson in it
Two-tone Maybach, look like I spent a *** whole advancement in it
New York bars on a Compton ***
Mobbin’ through Laguardia, he back and this time, he brought a monster with him
Big Hit on some big hits, poppin’ big ***
Rag brighter than the lady gremlin lipstick
Right pocket on some opposite-of-Crip ***
Stuff half and let the rest bleed like my wrist slit
Land of the misfits
Where we never miss a court date, but we miss Neighborhood Nip’s ***
If I ain’t bangin’ this ***, I’m bangin’ his ***
Hit produced it, I wrote it, and ***, we ain’t mix ***
And I’m still in the streets with it
Somewhere between the 105 in the middle of the beef with it
Eat with it, sleep with it
Point me out in a lineup, yup, he did it
I got your backfade, I got your backfade
A hundred niggas knocked out, a hundred racks made
I got your backfade, I got your backfade
Couple Ms for my son, had the track made
Told Game just gimme the sign, just point him out and he gon’ die
I’m rushin’ niggas like rushers, L-Gang, *** repercussions
***, it’s nothin’, I’ll sock you out, stomp you out, knock you out
Max you out like a stolen credit card, ***
What’s happenin’? P the Rollie, blood, leave the Rollie
Cleats to his face, ***, meet the goalie
His *** ran up, then I stole him
On PDL, ’bout to bleed ’em, homie
Nah, blood, I ain’t cut, but I’m cut like that
L-Gang, *** bust, I’ma bust right back
I keep one in the chamber ’til I’m the one in the chamber
Like the beats on the rest of this album, ***, we bangers
I got your backfade, I got your backfade
A hundred niggas knocked out, a hundred racks made
I got your backfade, I got your backfade
Couple Ms for my son, had the track made