[Produced by Harry Fraud]

[Hook]
Better talk behind my back, don't you say it to my face
Don't you say it to my face, It'll be another case
Better talk behind my back, don't you say it to my face
Don't you say it to my face, It'll be another case

[Verse 1]
Her momma don't like me cause my motherfuckin' head tats
She think I'm goth because I'm always wearin' jet black
These silly bitches wanna gossip bout my eggplant
I pay the cops to be the boss now where my bread at?
All these pussy n***as hate me? Forget that
You found dead at the same place you stay bout
Where my head at, I'm supposed to be a rap star
These n***as coke dicks, they only try to act hard
I go in her good, I go in her good, nah
You'll bleed all your fluid
Young n***as'll pull it
They'll do it to do it
Them n***as act foolish, you might want to cool it
Them n***as act stupid, they move in a unit
You wanna fear one but you're not gonna shoot it
Beyond that Gucci some holler at the moon shit
I am a sensei and you are the student
Me I influence and you are influenced
My business is boomin', my cd in ruin
My mistress might move in
My bitches do shrooms and
My bitches exotic, Hawaiian and Cuban
But she is no angel and I am no human
Strapped like the Ewings like Westbrook I'm shootin'
You think I'm gluten
You best keep scootin'
You best keep movin' my witches are brewin'
Bitches is brewin' man, bitches is brewin' man
[Hook]
Better talk behind my back, don't you say it to my face
Don't you say it to my face, It'll be another case
Better talk behind my back, don't you say it to my face
Don't you say it to my face, It'll be another case

[Verse 2]
Her daddy don’t like me he a motherfuckin’ dead beat
If it was up to me, I’d get his fuckin’ head beat
But I do yoga now and just stopped eating red meat
I'll wake his daughter up and fuck her out her dead sleep
N***as tryna to test my patience, I ain't got none
You want me to give a fuck? You shoulda brought some
If I'm lookin' like a lick, well I'm not one
It'll be a cold day in hell, you'll catch a hot one
An AA with an AK
Player play, me no jk
The AK with the pay pay
In Texas like I'm JJ
Watt
Thots, I got lots
Cruella Deville, I got spots
You run of the mill and I'm not
I'll run up the bill in your spot
I'll roll up a bill and sniff yoff
I'll go for a pill and get chopped
I'm king of the hill, you'll be a clock
Blood on the floor, you'll get mopped
Hop on my (?) you'll get cropped
Hop on my dick, I mean cock
Cut off my hip, you get popped
You don't wanna die for hip hop
Well do you?
[Hook]
Better talk behind my back, don't you say it to my face
Don't you say it to my face? It'll be another case
Better talk behind my back, don't you say it to my face
Don't you say it to my face? It'll be another case

[Verse 3]
My bae look like anime
Sailor Moon off a gram of yay
Cartoons on a saturday
Grand Monet in the family
Pop shrooms at a cabaret
Woke up in a magnet
Kick it like I'm family
Get it like (?)
A-riba, a-riba
Smoke cheap by my reefer
Cost franklins, Aretha
I need her, I need her
Your re-up my sneakers, I bake 'er, Anita
I could never ever bust in her
I could never ever trust in her
I could never be in love with her
I can't even share my drugs with her