Backyard
 作词 : Tia Thompson-Shults/Destin Route/Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr
 作曲 : Tia Thompson-Shults/Destin Route/Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr
 Yeah
 TiaCorine
 On God

 Ridin' with a whole P (Skrr)
 Trappin' on the phone, see
 Money you gon' show me (Where?)
 Get that bitch together, we can stop [?] that's OD
 Crib with the whip 'fore they sell another story
 Miss smack tht nigga, you is not my one and only (Bitch)
 Posy, with any bitch who gettin' nosy
 Fresh out of school, bag that Zack and Cody (Yeah)
 Man, I call him brodie, baby boy be cryin', now he Jody
 Face givin' pussy maccaroni (Yes)
 Big voice, Tony, bitch got groove like an OG (Damn)
 Lil' big bitch, booty pony (Damn)
 Cream on that nigga sauce rigatoni (Bah)

 Stack hard
 We ain't even gotta act hard
 Bet, bet she hit it but she shootin' with a bad guard
 Bitch, I'm the shit like some dogs up in that backyard
 Ain't cryin' over niggas with no Black card
 Big shit, ****, put it in my butt
 Hell yeah, man, that's why I'm thick as ****
 I'm a nasty lil' ho, I turn that nigga to a slut
 Back me up with my niggas who gon' keep it real as ****
 Ooh, ooh
 Bitch nigga callin', he been callin' all night (Uh)
 Ooh, ooh (Woah, shit, woah, look, look at this)
 I'ma turn this moment to a (Woah, shit)

 I'ma turn this mother****er to a flood
 I'm in this bitch, I'm with my blood
 I brought a stick and it go strrr
 I ain't stuttered, I got stamina
 I stand up in this bih, I'm like the governor in Atlanta
 Put a planet on my wrist, she made a puddle in the passenger
 Pass another spliff and ghost through whip
 We goin' Casper road trips
 At Galifianakis, I might blow a casket if they slip
 Let it blast, the whole clip
 Get a pastor, tell him JID be livin' fast until the casket dip
 If I ain't out here steerin' shit, might as well abandon ship
 No panickin', you know I know the game, I wrote the manuscript
 Handlin' biz', hand on the booty of your bitch
 In a hoodie to blow her, but I don't know who be in blow fish
 I do the mostest, I left the clique, I had to focus
 I gave her the dope dick, she takin' it home, she think it's a trophy
 She act like a dope fiend, she baggin' my dope, sendin' emojis
 When I look at my phone screen, she strikin' a pose, and I

 Okay, big shit, wait
 Put it in my face, I like a taste
 I'm finna take a to the lake
 She wanna link
 Makin' her cum and I blink
 Two in the pink, one in the— ah
 We ****in' the same hoes, nigga, JID is out of control, I'm doin' my thing
 Big shit, ****, put it in my butt
 Hell yeah, man, that's why I'm thick as ****
 I'm a nasty lil' ho, I turn that nigga to a slut
 Back me up with my niggas who gon' keep it real as ****
 Ooh, ooh (Woah, shit, woah, shit, woah)
 Bitch nigga callin', he been callin' all night (Uh)
 Ooh, ooh (Woah, shit, woah, shit, woah)
 I'ma turn this moment to a [?]

 Phone calI, perfect timin' let my wrist talk (Ooh)
 Somewhere on an island, dirty runnin' with my pistol (Grrt)
 Believe in me, they see an opp like water turned to crystal (Okay)
 Lamborghini Lambo, this shorty (Okay)
 Pussy look like Tonka, it's a monster, gotta feed the beast (Ooh-ooh)
 ****in' with my partner, turn the sun up, you gon' feel the heat (Ooh-ooh)
 Know they gon' repeat it, know you seen it, just remember me
 I'm colder than some prostitute with baby tees
 I'm stunnin' fresh, it's the pink
 Nigga Cuban, finna link
 When you sing, if he eat it good, I might just let him beat (Mwah, mwah)
 RIP to broke niggas, shorty, that shit dead to me
 Jealousy, told her, told her kiss it, beg in front of me (Bitch)