[Hook: Pouya]
Move that [bad word] to the back! x 16
(To the back!)
(To the back boy!)
(To the back!)
(To the mother [bad word]  back boy!)

[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
I said every time I be tryna chill, ma [bad word] in my grill like lil' a piece of charcoal [bad word] All up in a real niggas face, give a real [bad word] space, line em' up like a barcode [bad word] 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 [bad word] all you [bad word] to buss and that's an order (Buss!)
I lit the cigarette, flick the ash in your [bad word]  drink..
Purple or it's pink I don't give a [bad word] .
As long as the niggas that you niggas with don't make no sudden moves
Came here with the hyena I'll let this [bad word] loose!
If you try me, you wit it and you ain't scared of shotties
Just grabbed the sawwed off and shoot a [bad word] out his Buggati
Just pick a stone up and throw it at the ho that you hatin'
And move them [bad word] to the back if they get in your way..
 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] do it
Talkin' that [bad word] you a [bad word] I knew it
Finna [bad word] you up my dogs gon' get stupid
You soft as [bad word] remind me of mashed potatoes
Scary [bad word] I'm in the cut like I'm Fredo
Got you leakin' lookin' red like tomatoes
Little Pouya leave the [bad word] disabled, yuh!
 [bad word] x1