my backyard lyrics

(murda on the beat so it's not nice)

Im popping on all these n*ggas hatin uh keep the helmet on like a n*gga goin skatin

This is for them n*gga who be talking bout my mom
Now i got 3 damn mother f*ckin coffins in my back yard

First lil n*gga shot him dead in his head went to bed all these mother f*ckin pictures in my head

Next n*gga caught him runnin started gunnin, he fell oh hell i guess you ain't gon see yo mama

Then i found a n*gga yappin walked up to him i slapped him
Put my hand in my pocket (pow pow pow) now he lacking

(i tried to tell you yall didn't listen with yo b*tch asses, and now ya dead so yeah try me now)