Move That Bitch To The Back

[Hook: Pouya] Move that bitch to the back! x 16 (To the back!) (To the back boy!) (To the back!) (To the mother fuckin' back boy!) [Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] I said every time I be tryna chill, ma'fuckas in my grill like lil' a piece of charcoal nigga All up in a real niggas face, give a real nigga space, line em' up like a barcode nigga Been getting more vile, and my temper getting shorter. Drop the baking soda in then mix it with the water (Mix it with the water) Spider with the work, black tears you da curator I command all you fuckers to buss and that's an order (Buss!) I lit the cigarette, flick the ash in your fuckin' drink.. Purple or it's pink I don't give a shit.. As long as the niggas that you niggas with don't make no sudden moves Came here with the hyena I'll let this fucker loose! If you try me, you wit it and you ain't scared of shotties Just grabbed the sawwed off and shoot a nigga out his Buggati Just pick a stone up and throw it at the ho that you hatin' And move them bitches to the back if they get in your way.. Chorus x1 [Verse 2: Pouya] You don't want no problems (Oh no, no) We know how to solve them (Oh no, no) I caught that boy slippin'(Oh no, no) Just a lesson that we taught him (Oh no, no) Took his bitch, yeah we robbed him (Oh no, no) I'm flexin' in this ho (Oh no, no) Been in the game with no lane with a claim so you main stream rappers can know I, go with the flow as I do it.. Say you gon' pop me don't be a bitch do it Talkin' that shit you a pussy I knew it Finna fuck you up my dogs gon' get stupid You soft as fuck remind me of mashed potatoes Scary bitch I'm in the cut like I'm Fredo Got you leakin' lookin' red like tomatoes Little Pouya leave the pussy disabled, yuh! Chorus x1