Lil Pump - Back lyrics

Yeah, yeah 217 on the track, man Lil Boat Yeah, yeah, ooh Huh, yeah, huh, ayy Yeah, yeah, yeah All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that sh** back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that sh** back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that sh** back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that sh** back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah I f** that b**h in a Cadillac, ooh After that she didn't know how to act, ooh Back then I used to be quarterback Go to the bank and I pull out 100 racks Put the AR in the trunk of my Pontiac Want me fo' sho, b**h I'm chargin' 'bout 40 bands I'm into trappin', I'm shippin' out hella packs Diamonds dance so crazy, ooh Your diamonds so fugazi, ooh b**h said the crash is the 80, yeah I just bought a brand new Mercedes, huh In the kitchen whippin' up babies, ooh In the kitchen whippin' up babies, yeah And I got a b**h named Hailey, huh And I got a b**h named Hailey (brr) All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that sh** back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that sh** back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that sh** back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that sh** back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Lil Boat Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat Young rich n***a need a dick rode Hit it from the back, make her jump like a hiccup Bang, bang, bang, like ya knockin' on the front door b**h brown skin like a muhf**in' [?] Used to post at the Citgo, uh Now I got chips in the Citgo, uh Now I got a wrist like a igloo, huh And it glow like a disco ball Bih, bend it over like your shoe's untied Side b**h still got a iPhone 5 Main b**h still got a iPhone 7 Still caught a uzi pistol or a MAC-11 Still f** a n***a main b**h while I got my own b**h And I better still make it up to Heaven, uh I'ma have a kid just to dress him up real bougie To the seven, goddamn, I'm a reverend Lil Boat, Lil Pump All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that sh** back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that sh** back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that sh** back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that sh** back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh