Lyrics of 'BackStroke (feat. Jiggymane)' by XXXTENTACION

Now, our operation is small
But there is a lotta potential for aggressive expansion
So, which of you fine gentlemen would like to join our team?
Oh, there's only one spot open right now
So we're gonna have, tryouts

Bet I hit a back stroke, on your muthafuckin' bitch (yeah, what)
And you know dis nigga, but you ain't doin' shit (bitch, uh, damn)
Yet, you feedin' false lies with your fake ass tits (what)
Dick her down real good, now she run into her friends (yeah)
Like the bitch got the shit (what)
Expose a fuck nigga to the core
Niggas got the iron like thor

Then I wonder how it fit in a drawer
You 'ddicted to the money, now you want more
Now you start robbin' couple stores (aye)
'Til you get caught, now you sold a lil' hoe cause you ain't that smart, fuck (haha)
Hump me a thot, cause they lovin' for me
Too busy in the streets with my muthafuckin' heat (hoe)
Yeah, you speakin' in tongues, I don't talk to cop niggas (na)

You throwin' them l's, but you went from broad niggas
Stop posin' like you on a magazine, cover double-x l
Black tea when he's flashin'
We put the molly in the water, now the bitch
Acting geeked
Gettin' naked on the gram, 'cause her pictures got leaked
Put a couple pints in the fanta (aye)
You could say that shit got bleached (aye)

Oh shit got real when my pops caught a stroke
Try to warn a nigga but I wasn't with the shit (huh)
Had to block a fuck nigga out, call that shit adblock
Every day, Friday, sold 'em trap, doin' state lock (what, what, what, what)
Especially from them cops
Paranoia shootin' niggas, polaroid, she lovin' suckin' me
Call that bitch a carnivore, pass it to my nigga x, so he tell you how it goes

Aye, x, boy, tell them niggas how it go, bruh (aye)

Huh, oh, skeet on em', beat on em' (on a bitch)
Pass the molly, make me eat on her clit
Like an actor, make a scene on the shit
Ándale, ándale, ándale
Eat her booty like a fender bender
Run up on 'em with a drain pipe
They say that she dirty dan, baby
Hold me when a bitch not acting like

When I get down, I'm like give her the key
I was surely fucking running the bank
All of my niggas is licensed to shoot
If you act a pussy boy, you might get one in the brain (yeah)
Free brand jacket, d-side money
And tell them ass bitches, and a nigga know nothin'
I ain't with to fucking talkin'
Better slap me when you see me (okay)
And time for a pussy tell a fuck nigga, "run up" (okay, okay, okay)