[Lyric] Backspin (Diz Does)

Touch down, break it down, back in
Flip it , get it back on the back end
Flipping, getting to it
Since back then
Move weird this 45 a make ya backspin

Touch down, break it down, back in
Flip it , get it back on the back end
Flipping, getting to it
Since back then
Move weird this 45 a make ya backspin

Shoot shit
Lay low
Live fast
Halo
Big bags
Pesos
Dripping, hot
Queso
You showed out
We ain't go
Lay low til the cased closed
Peel yo potato, unscrew yo faygo
Got everything you pray fo
We everywhere you ain't folk
Paint his ass with a draco
Jaw his ass for the KO
Buy yo baby momma baby shit
She on my dick
Come claim yo bitch
I'm shooting shit not aiming it
You spark the whip I flame the crib
Big Diz nigga
Handlе big biz nigga
You baby momma said she want a fifth kid nigga
Thought I had it on me
Left at yo bitch crib nigga
Rolliе with the pollie on me
Im a Big fish nigha
Pocket watching niggas wahlah!
Look what Diz did nigga
Woke Up early, worried bout where yo bitch is nigga
I did what it takes , greatness what I made them witness nigga
Prophecies in place , Took it over inch by inch my nigga
Touch down, break it down, back in
Flip it , get it back on the back end
Flipping, getting to it
Since back then
Move weird this 45 a make ya backspin

Touch down, break it down, back in
Flip it , get it back on the back end
Flipping, getting to it
Since back then
Move weird this 45 a make ya backspin

I need a reverend
Shoot em, keep the murder weapon
Go to court confessing
If i shot em, its a blessing
My life or his in question
Let em feel this smith and wesson
Nothing left to do but catch em
Better pray the lord the protect him
Bending corners ,leaving messes
Rahhhhh!!
Blow the whistle , double drouble, Shot official, hit his pickle with the triple, ditch the rental, keep the pistol , pissin on believes intials, broad day , idc who wit em
Or Kill em on this instrumental
Either way i’m gonna end em
Bow bow nigga
Fuck a countdown nigga
Spin the K in broad day
Chopper chop down niggas
Mishawaka leave him walking
Ain't no talking we just spark it
St joe river, fuck a coffin
Kept the blick I Never tossed it
Take yo bitch and move to austin
Too many wins to count my losses
Blow wit bosses , spill the sauce bitch
In the marshes wit his carcus
I did what it takes , greatness what I made them witness nigga
Prophecies in place , Took it over inch by inch my nigga
Touch down, break it down, back in
Flip it , get it back on the back end
Flipping, getting to it
Since back then
Move weird this 45 a make ya backspin

Touch down, break it down, back in
Flip it , get it back on the back end
Flipping, getting to it
Since back then
Move weird this 45 a make ya backspin