Song Soon as I Step in the Club I Hit Up the Back Lyrics

Soon as I Step in the Club I Hit Up the Back Lyrics

(Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)

Okay, soon as I step in the club

I hit up the back, show my n—-s some love

Hit the restroom up when I’m finished

I seen some bird I ain’t seen in a minute

She’s like “Banks, where’ve you been honey?”

What it look like b—h? Getting this money

Buying more clothes, I look nice right?

You be in that fake shit, and I seen yours twice

Your shoes, your weave and your purse

If you’re bad, believe that I’m worse

You be online doing mad research

Tryna cop some shit she’s seen me in first

Yeah, I make this way too easy

You can stream me more than your TV

Make sure she see, I’m the main b—h on the show like Mo

Y’all can’t be missing

‘Cause I give all them competition

They don’t even deserve my attention

And she can leave before her entrance

I don’t give a f__k ’bout none of y’all b—hs

(And I don’t give a f__k ’bout none of y’all b—h)

I wanna get drunk, I’m tryna get lit

I wanna get f__kd, I’m tryna get picked

These b—hs looking like they wanna get hit

Razor or the taser, take your pick

Feeling outspoken and I’m hoping you speak

‘Cause my homegirl hoping she can open your cheek

Think twice ‘fore you open your beak

‘Cause you can get buck fifty then your face’ll be open for weeks

But I breaks no sweat, no key

b—hs always got my name up in they mouths like teeth

But they do treat treat in the chic boutiques

And her shoes and her blouse look cheap

Baby girl hair so brown but her weave look black

b—hs on I’m mean ’cause I seen their tracks

Lip gloss caked up and her make-up baked up

Baby girl did you just wake up?

b—hs need to get their cake up

But these smuts got nut in the gut and it’s so, so saved up

Real shit, she’s the Krasdale version

Dust bunnies under rugs like Persian, but because

I’m here, and if you’re popping that sick shit

b—h, I’m right here

We be sippin’ and trippin’, you know mine’s clear

I would let you come toast but we don’t like beers

No, no

‘Cause I give all them competition

They don’t even deserve my attention

And she can leave before her entrance

I don’t give a f__k ’bout none of y’all b—hs