Back Road Motion

Lyrics

Intro

(Ayy, ayy)
North Port to the 'Qota, we still movin’ lowkey (skrrt)
Backroads, dark tint, no plates when we creep (nah)
Sleazy flow, dirty pole, everybody know me (grrah)
Slide through Price, hit Toledo, then we ghostin’ (skkrt)

Chorus

From North Port to Sarasota, we was servin’ out the zip (zip)
River Road to Honore, we ain’t stoppin’ for no bitch (nah)
Cut through Sumter, then we slide down Beneva with that stick (boom)
Anybody try to stop us, get rolled over real quick (grrah)
Backstreet motion, police hot, we still coastin’ (skrrt)
Sneak through Laurel Road late night while the pack loaded (loaded)
Tamiami trail got motion, everybody know it (facts)
If it smoke, then we on it, broad day, we gon’ blow it (boom)

Verse 1

Trap jumpin’ off Cranberry, fiends lined up by the store (ayy)
Used to duck off Price Boulevard, stash tucked in the floor (facts)
Youngins posted off Chamberlain, they’ll wipe you for a score (grrah)
Catch me slidin’ through Warm Mineral Springs with dirty money galore (skrrt)
I done took back roads through Venice just to dodge the task force (12)
Jacaranda to Laurel, then I punch it in that Trackhawk (vroom)
He was woofin’ on the net, now his mama got that sad talk (damn)
Broad daylight on Bee Ridge, leave his whip lookin’ chalked (boom boom)

Chorus

From North Port to Sarasota, we was servin’ out the zip (zip)
River Road to Honore, we ain’t stoppin’ for no bitch (nah)
Cut through Sumter, then we slide down Beneva with that stick (grrah)
Anybody try to stop us, get rolled over real quick (skkrt)
Backstreet motion, police hot, we still coastin’ (12 hot)
Sneak through Laurel Road late night while the pack loaded (loaded)
Tamiami Trail got motion, everybody know it (facts)
If it smoke, then we on it, broad day, we gon’ blow it (boom)

Verse 2

I was servin’ off University, ducks flyin’ out the rental (ayy)
Black hoodie, Glock tucked, windows darker than a limo (grrah)
Cut through Cattlemen to Fruitville, we move smart and official (skrrt)
If the sheriff hit the lights, take the back route, keep it simple (gone)
Old heads taught me move silent, never post what you hittin’ (facts)
Still remember nights on 41, trunk full in the Civic (zip)
Now it foreign whips and switches, bad bitch doin’ the dishes (ayy)
Heard them boys tryna line us, now they missin’ and they missus (boom)
Bridge
(Sleazy talk)
Backroads only, no GPS when we slide (nah)
Crews Court, Pan American, we survive (survive)
Police lurkin’, undercover, still outside (12)
North Port raised me, Sarasota gave me pride (gang)

Verse 3

I done seen a lotta fake love turn snake quick (facts)
Same dudes you fed’ll try to line you for a bankroll lick (grimy)
So I ride with that fire every time I take a trip (grrah)
Clark Road to Siesta, got the stash all in the whip (skrrt)
Late nights through Englewood, cuttin’ through the dark (gone)
Everybody tough online ‘til that pressure leave a mark (boom)
Still posted with the same ones from the start (gang)
North Port baby, but Sarasota made me heartless (ayy)

[Outro)

(Skrrt, skrrt)
North Port to Sarasota, yeah, the route still active (facts)
Backroad boys, low lights, all tactic (nah)
River Road nights, everybody know the status (gang)
If you ever crossed the line, then it turned tragic