Backend
Yo
Yeah I was calling you about the other day, um
I was kinda' blown cause I was just tryna get some, but, you know
Sometimes you gotta come round chill with the homies, you know how it-
I don't pay my taxes
Bitch on the side she relaxin'
Come out the bih, with a backend
Come out I nut and we back in
I'm tryna get up in all of the action
Callin' up all of the backends
Shit in my head and I need a relaxant
Never seen it how I did it
Racks in my face tryna get it lil bih
You be actin' like a snitch
He got no heat tryna give me a tip
And now he runnin' off bricks
I get ahead and I better not bail
Callin' up all of the demons
Clearin' all em out like Freeman's
Yeah
Quick runner, I be comin' round on the backend
Bench put 'em in, I be coachin' you actin' oh
No, I do not pay my taxes
Trip on a bag, do not fumble my passes
Oh no there's sin in my head
Bitch tryna give out the neck
I'm on a wave you gon' fuck with the next
Taggin' the walls, yeah I'm taggin in next
I might just leave you behind, try and pick up and I press on rewind
I caught that bitch in a lie
Fuck on my bitch, she be askin' for lines
Sniff on the line
Tryna bend up on the behind
Tryna fuck a bitch from behind
Behind
Ah
Don't pay my taxes
Askin' for handouts I seen you were lackin'
Even yo bih tryna get up a stack
I'm on the scene, Imma get on that act, but on that act
I cannot act, tryna get a bitch, tryna get another bag
You would never see how I did all of that
All of the racks, everything I did was never for the fuckin' fans
That's my business, ay
You be callin on a business day, and my bih
And a bitch standing there
Tryna get the money, but I'm sittin' on a brick now
I got caught up in the heat now
Is you in there
Had to go on my way
Tryna go M.I.A., lost my time
I was, I was, I was, Yeah
I was, I was, I don't
I don't pay my taxes
Call up the bitch on the backend
Runnin' thru money on that end
Come in that bih, we're relaxin'
Bass slappin', take the low freq's to the head
Call another bitch, now she leadin
Ever since juice, couldn't drop Percocet
Callin' out the mofuckin' feds
Lyin' to my face, tryna get up in my head
Oh yeah, Imma take it there, you just turned around and left
Never seen a freestyle like this before
Tryna get a bih, tryna pour a lil four
Sippin' the lean on a slope
Gonna go move and I'm goin' slo mo, yeah
I be good once I'm ahead, can't be no stoppin' till I'm fuckin dead
Imma call that girl like, hey, show me the way I just want a good taste
The way I'm killin flows I'm demon in this bitch
I be callin' up the homies Imma never fuckin' quit
Been dyin' on my homies, we dine on the lines
Eatin' up good, I might just fall be- (Fall behind)
Can't even use words, my mind I can't describe
Yeah, everything I said was never fine
I'm called to pay the taxes like I'm fuckin' fined
The feds be callin' me up, can't park on the line
Yeah
Imma come in in the back
Coppin' that bitch a new bag
Tryna pop off all the tags, yuh
You never seen none of that
Tryna get a couple just
Tryna get a rack
Oh yeah
Flowin' crazy, goin insane
Tryna get up, shots to the brain
Countin' up the hits to the head
I don't wanna know who you blame
Smoke the gas, smoke the hay
Callin' up off set, HEY
Dunno how much that I made
But I'm cleanin' up, new maid
Yeah I was calling you about the other day, um
I was kinda' blown cause I was just tryna get some, but, you know
Sometimes you gotta come round chill with the homies, you know how it-
I don't pay my taxes
Bitch on the side she relaxin'
Come out the bih, with a backend
Come out I nut and we back in
I'm tryna get up in all of the action
Callin' up all of the backends
Shit in my head and I need a relaxant
Never seen it how I did it
Racks in my face tryna get it lil bih
You be actin' like a snitch
He got no heat tryna give me a tip
And now he runnin' off bricks
I get ahead and I better not bail
Callin' up all of the demons
Clearin' all em out like Freeman's
Yeah
Quick runner, I be comin' round on the backend
Bench put 'em in, I be coachin' you actin' oh
No, I do not pay my taxes
Trip on a bag, do not fumble my passes
Oh no there's sin in my head
Bitch tryna give out the neck
I'm on a wave you gon' fuck with the next
Taggin' the walls, yeah I'm taggin in next
I might just leave you behind, try and pick up and I press on rewind
I caught that bitch in a lie
Fuck on my bitch, she be askin' for lines
Sniff on the line
Tryna bend up on the behind
Tryna fuck a bitch from behind
Behind
Ah
Don't pay my taxes
Askin' for handouts I seen you were lackin'
Even yo bih tryna get up a stack
I'm on the scene, Imma get on that act, but on that act
I cannot act, tryna get a bitch, tryna get another bag
You would never see how I did all of that
All of the racks, everything I did was never for the fuckin' fans
That's my business, ay
You be callin on a business day, and my bih
And a bitch standing there
Tryna get the money, but I'm sittin' on a brick now
I got caught up in the heat now
Is you in there
Had to go on my way
Tryna go M.I.A., lost my time
I was, I was, I was, Yeah
I was, I was, I don't
I don't pay my taxes
Call up the bitch on the backend
Runnin' thru money on that end
Come in that bih, we're relaxin'
Bass slappin', take the low freq's to the head
Call another bitch, now she leadin
Ever since juice, couldn't drop Percocet
Callin' out the mofuckin' feds
Lyin' to my face, tryna get up in my head
Oh yeah, Imma take it there, you just turned around and left
Never seen a freestyle like this before
Tryna get a bih, tryna pour a lil four
Sippin' the lean on a slope
Gonna go move and I'm goin' slo mo, yeah
I be good once I'm ahead, can't be no stoppin' till I'm fuckin dead
Imma call that girl like, hey, show me the way I just want a good taste
The way I'm killin flows I'm demon in this bitch
I be callin' up the homies Imma never fuckin' quit
Been dyin' on my homies, we dine on the lines
Eatin' up good, I might just fall be- (Fall behind)
Can't even use words, my mind I can't describe
Yeah, everything I said was never fine
I'm called to pay the taxes like I'm fuckin' fined
The feds be callin' me up, can't park on the line
Yeah
Imma come in in the back
Coppin' that bitch a new bag
Tryna pop off all the tags, yuh
You never seen none of that
Tryna get a couple just
Tryna get a rack
Oh yeah
Flowin' crazy, goin insane
Tryna get up, shots to the brain
Countin' up the hits to the head
I don't wanna know who you blame
Smoke the gas, smoke the hay
Callin' up off set, HEY
Dunno how much that I made
But I'm cleanin' up, new maid
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