Back In (Backend)
Twin on my right, know he totin' on sticks
Reachin' fa my pocket, ima take a wrist
Drippin' in this fashion, might jus take a flick
Know I'm wit lulnic, he might jus take ya shit
Steppin' wit my bruddas, I don't need a clique
Poppin' out wit them bands gone leave 'em sick
Wit the gang til I die, ain' no way ima switch
Thought he was a gangster but that nigga snitched
Said they was solid but I watched 'em switch
Damn, how that nigga switch
If it's up 'bout the bread, you get toasted quick
Fuckin' up my liver when I take a sip
808 in the back, yea it came wit kick
Mask on when I'm out I can't take pic
Gettin' to this money, fell in love wit it
Bad bitch threw it back, it was heaven sent
Throwin' up the hood, ima represent
Put that shit on, I'm fresh like a peppermint
Shawty dickin', she lovin' my accent
Freaky bitch, suck the dick without askin'
New b roll, this shit look immaculate
Put that shit to the side and keep stackin' it
Cut the bitch off 'cause she kept on naggin' me
Got this shit on my own now they mad at me
If ain' 'bout some money, can't converstate
Hungry fa them millions, tryna get a plate
Niggas shake ya hand but they really snakes
Don't flex ya gun 'cause we love to take
Got racks on me makin' niggas hate
Got the sauce in my bag like I'm chic-fil-a
Kicked that hoe to the side, tell ha stay away
Niggas hatin' on me, they can't elevate
Quit this rap shit but now a nigga back in
Got the game from my dukes now I'm locked in
In the stu right now countin' backends
Walkin' beats, got ya hoe wanna tap in
Hit that hoe, beat it up from the back in
Niggas come through the east we gone tax him
No my niggas don't play, they gone wax him
No that nigga not gang, I can't dap him
Twin on my right, know he totin' on sticks
Reachin' fa my pocket, ima take a wrist
Drippin' in this fashion, might jus take a flick
Know I'm wit lulnic, he might jus take ya shit
Steppin' wit my bruddas, I don't need a clique
Poppin' out wit them bands gone leave 'em sick
Wit the gang til I die, ain' no way ima switch
Thought he was a gangster but that nigga snitched
Nigga play wit the gang he get walked down
Nigga play like he crazy, get put down
If I don't trust you, hell nah you can't come 'round
Ain' fwm when I was broke, you get the run around
Reachin' fa my pocket, ima take a wrist
Drippin' in this fashion, might jus take a flick
Know I'm wit lulnic, he might jus take ya shit
Steppin' wit my bruddas, I don't need a clique
Poppin' out wit them bands gone leave 'em sick
Wit the gang til I die, ain' no way ima switch
Thought he was a gangster but that nigga snitched
Said they was solid but I watched 'em switch
Damn, how that nigga switch
If it's up 'bout the bread, you get toasted quick
Fuckin' up my liver when I take a sip
808 in the back, yea it came wit kick
Mask on when I'm out I can't take pic
Gettin' to this money, fell in love wit it
Bad bitch threw it back, it was heaven sent
Throwin' up the hood, ima represent
Put that shit on, I'm fresh like a peppermint
Shawty dickin', she lovin' my accent
Freaky bitch, suck the dick without askin'
New b roll, this shit look immaculate
Put that shit to the side and keep stackin' it
Cut the bitch off 'cause she kept on naggin' me
Got this shit on my own now they mad at me
If ain' 'bout some money, can't converstate
Hungry fa them millions, tryna get a plate
Niggas shake ya hand but they really snakes
Don't flex ya gun 'cause we love to take
Got racks on me makin' niggas hate
Got the sauce in my bag like I'm chic-fil-a
Kicked that hoe to the side, tell ha stay away
Niggas hatin' on me, they can't elevate
Quit this rap shit but now a nigga back in
Got the game from my dukes now I'm locked in
In the stu right now countin' backends
Walkin' beats, got ya hoe wanna tap in
Hit that hoe, beat it up from the back in
Niggas come through the east we gone tax him
No my niggas don't play, they gone wax him
No that nigga not gang, I can't dap him
Twin on my right, know he totin' on sticks
Reachin' fa my pocket, ima take a wrist
Drippin' in this fashion, might jus take a flick
Know I'm wit lulnic, he might jus take ya shit
Steppin' wit my bruddas, I don't need a clique
Poppin' out wit them bands gone leave 'em sick
Wit the gang til I die, ain' no way ima switch
Thought he was a gangster but that nigga snitched
Nigga play wit the gang he get walked down
Nigga play like he crazy, get put down
If I don't trust you, hell nah you can't come 'round
Ain' fwm when I was broke, you get the run around
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Writer(s): Keundre Hawthorne-smith
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