Alley Oop (Explicit) - Juicy J/Xavier Wulf

Lyrics by：Jordan Houston/Xavier Beard/Anthony Holmes Jr.

Composed by：Jordan Houston/Xavier Beard/Anthony Holmes Jr.

Produced by：Juicy J/Hitkidd

Get away from people that's in your

Life that ain't doin' nothin'

Get away from people

In your life that's hatin'

Get away from your family members

Ain't ever follow their dream

Get away from your family members ain't

Never been nowhere

But to the family reunion

Ain't never been to a beach

Get away from 'em

Sometimes God will put an enemy

In your life to keep you stirred up

Behind your back you'll be

Surprised what they tryna do

Walk in the church and hug yo' mama

Like they never knew

Go against the grain beef with the guys

That's somethin' I'd never do

But we livin' in the era of that alley-oop

Backdoor alley-oop

Set up that alley-oop

Slam dunk a nigga off the glass

They ain't gotta shoot

Backdoor alley-oop

Set up that alley-oop

Put you on a platter

All that friend **** don't matter

Yeah all the love gone in the streets

Ain't got no loyalty

That's why I move alone

Step over ******** that's under me

I used to be the underdog

Stomach hurt from hunger dog

Had plenty chances

I never got down on none of y'all

Quick to 'cross your nigga

Out when you was in the hole

He was the first to help you dig you out

Don't act like you don't know

Yeah ******* be set up

Better stay on point if

You got your bread up

They want you to take a nap

They already made they bed up

Kidnappings happen like

Uncle ice when you trappin'

Cut off a finger to let

You know that they not cappin'

Life in the hood be good at

Sports or make it rappin'

'Cause the streets burnt out

They not a hundred make you whack 'em

Behind your back you'll

Be surprised what they tryna do

Walk in the church and

Hug yo' mama like they never knew

Go against the grain

Beef with the guys

That's somethin' I'd never do

But we livin' in the

Era of that alley-oop

Backdoor alley-oop

Set up that alley-oop

Slam dunk a nigga off the glass

They ain't gotta shoot

Backdoor alley-oop

Set up that alley-oop

Put you on a platter

All that friend **** don't matter

Okay you see me when I'm rollin' through

Might burn a blunt or two

I ain't never been the fool

Watch who you talkin' to

She was tannin' by the pool

Lookin' so booty-ful

Puffin' on this tooty fruit

But it hit like a brute

Ready set aim shoot

I shoot it like I hoop

I wish he would like I'm Groot

***** and that's the truth

You niggas lackin' proper proof

You's a ******* goof

I pull up and take

A tooth then pour a triple deuce

No this ain't my main *****

We just in kahoots

She said I don't suck and tell

What you tryna do

But I know good and d**n well

She gon' tell a few

I ain't mean to kill him

But he died in the alley oops

Behind your back

You'll be surprised

What they tryna do

Walk in the church and

Hug yo' mama like they never knew

Go against the grain

Beef with the guys

That's somethin' I'd never do

But we livin' in the

Era of that alley-oop

Backdoor alley-oop

Set up that alley-oop

Slam dunk a nigga off the glass

They ain't gotta shoot

Backdoor alley-oop

Set up that alley-oop

Put you on a platter

All that friend

**** don't matter nigga

All that friend **** don't matter

All that all all that

All that friend **** don't matter

All that friend **** don't matter

All that all all that all that

All that friend **** don't matter

All that all all that all that

All that friend friend **** don't matter

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