Pardon My Back Lyrics by Young Thug
(Feat. Lil Baby)
Me and broski came from the same boat (Skrrt)
We are not beefin’ ’cause we hit the same ho
No gay ***, neck full of rainbow (Yeah)
If I hit it, tell the business, you a lame ho (Lame)
Want the money, I ain’t in it for the fame, bro (Fame)
Ten M’s for the spot, did my thing on it
Still a felon, I can’t even put my name on it (Yeah)
Seen her outside with her ***, made it rain on her (Phew)
She a part of the brand, put a chain on her
I don’t care what they say, they just hatin’ on us (Yeah)
Like the Russian mob, I bulletproof the Range Rover
You ain’t come to *** on me? What you came for?
Said she got a price on it then I’m payin’ for it
Went and bought my whole block, I’m the landlord
Real D boy, mixed up, Air Forces
I come straight from out the gutter, now my teeth porcelain
2025 Ferrari, bro, I keep horses
Get rich or die tryin’ are my only choices
Concrete jungle, he ain’t gettin’ no cushion
Hit the ground runnin’, I ain’t doin’ no ***
Twenty vibes at a time, ***, I’m pushin’
White Lamb’, black stripes, I am official
Brodie still sell tons, he got four flip phones
I like ***’, I like ***’, I’m a nympho’ (I’m nasty)
Really rich, 220 on a Benzo (Benz)
GT 6-3 with an S on it (S)
I’m a walkin’ bank account, I give her check on it (Check)
Stay down, run it up, and then you flex on ’em (Flex)
I can make it rain now until next summer (I swear)
He is not one of us, put an X on him ([You dead, lil’ boy?])
Pardon my back
Pardon my back (Pardon my back)
Pardon my back (Pardon me)
Pardon my back (Yeah)
***, been too big for a jail (Spyda)
Federales on my trail (Woo)
Y’all niggas shoot guns off pills
You steppin’, ***, I can’t tell
In the hood with a bomb in my Sachs (Sachs)
TEC-9 with the grip on the back (Grrt)
***, play with this *** and get slapped (Slapped)
Take this *** out the trench, she adaptin’ (Woo)
Princess *** off Dubai, she was ratchet (Ratchet)
From the hood, we turned rappin’ to trappin’ (Trappin’)
Hundred sticks in this ***, we Iraqin’ (Uh)
How the hell you in jail with the pack in? (Yeah)
*** ain’t gay, but the Rollie a rainbow
I rock Saint Laurent, they think it’s gang clothes (Woo)
Bought the paint, but I hate payin’ lames
I told Wham, “Weigh my ***,” *** had a drank, though
Drop his ass, my water is [*** stained?], though (Yeah)
I went two-thousand watch on Durango (Hrr)
Pushin’ Peter, I need me a can go
Ain’t a place in America I can’t go (Yeah)
Nut in her ***, then leave her on read (Read)
Give her flowers and then stay ’cause she dead (***)
In the 4 with Big Dre and lil’ Sed (On 7)
Hit the hood on unc’ alley, go spray it (Grrt)
*** sayin’ he rich as a mil’ (Uh-ah)
Put on fire rings and then let ’em kiss (Mwah)
I’m too rich to respond to a diss (***)
Keep it quiet and keep sendin’ blicks (Blicks, grrt)
Pardon my back
Pardon my back
Pardon my back
Pardon my back
Pardon my back
Pardon my back
Pardon my back
***, pardon my back