Backend (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: YOUNG JR] (Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points) (Funk Or Die) MMFE, Money Motivated Family ENT, they know how I do it, look [Chorus: YOUNG JR] I just spent some racks on these, you can go look at my feet, look Bitch, I'm a G, look, hundred thousand in a week, look Bust down to the teeth, hop up in the coupe and roll up the leaf, look Bitch, I'm the truth, bitch, I got the juice, bitch, I got the leaks, look Dog say he that boy, but he ain't tapped in, look Put my young dog on, I get mine off the backend Jewels up on my neck, look, I just got a check Through your section with them Wessons when we step, ayy [Verse 1: DaBoii] I can't walk inside your club 'less my strap in Yeah, bitch tried to play me, I hit her with the backhand Put a price up on his head, boy, I get it cashed in Nigga, bah-bah-bah, yeah, that's what the strap said Yeah, that's what the strap said, I'll let the strap speak Them boys be rappin' like they active, they ain't never had beef Stop tellin' bitches you my bitch, bitch, you ain't never had me Bitch got a stupid attitude, bitch, you ain't even that clean You could look me in my eyes, tell I been to hell and back Bro pulled a skit in SRT, that nigga had to sell the 'Cat Cuz sold my uncle a fake Perky, why the fuck you sell him that? And all them bitches that done curved me, most them bitches sellin' ass I heard that boy on paperwork and you still with his tellin' ass Them niggas claim they want the smoke, them niggas ain't even inhalin' that I told lil' bro don't hit no legs, hit that boy where his melon at Bitch, fuck the opps, we suckerK and you can run and tell 'em that, on the gang, nigga [Chorus: YOUNG JR] I just spent some racks on these, you can go look at my feet, look Bitch, I'm a G, look, hundred thousand in a week, look Bust down to the teeth, hop up in the coupe and roll up the leaf, look Bitch, I'm the truth, bitch, I got the juice, bitch, I got the leaks, look Dog say he that boy, but he ain't tapped in, look Put my young dog on, I get mine off the backend Jewels up on my neck, look, I just got a check Through your section with them Wessons when we step, ayy [Verse 2: YOUNG JR] They know what we rep, I know they heard 'bout that shit Bitch, I'm set, ride private jets, look like a bird 'round this bitch If it's up there, then it's stuck there, I ain't worried 'bout that shit Shots fired, B's pop out, look like nerds 'round this bitch Lord, pray for me, we just a product of our environment Wish my dog Delly was here so we could get high again Them fuck niggas tried kill me before I ball for real I just hope I make it out I keep my back against the wall, ten toes on my feet, look I watch for the sneakers, yeah, I keep it with me, they know I got heat, look (I do) They know I'm a dog, they know what I do, they know where I be, look (It's Junior) They know what I rep, baby, all them G's double-M-F-E, look [Chorus: YOUNG JR] I just spent some racks on these, you can go look at my feet, look Bitch, I'm a G, look, hundred thousand in a week, look Bust down to the teeth, hop up in the coupe and roll up the leaf, look Bitch, I'm the truth, bitch, I got the juice, bitch, I got the leaks, look Dog say he that boy, but he ain't tapped in, look Put my young dog on, I get mine off the backend Jewels up on my neck, look, I just got a check Through your section with them Wessons when we step, ayy [Verse 3: Lil Bean] I been runnin' racks since back then, I do this shit with a passion 'Member I used to play the field, I'll bounce out and get nasty Better have that fire on you, know that shit can get tragic All my young niggas reckless, they 33, they savage I don't believe when he rappin', I just press skip like Shannon Nigga, how you think that bag came? I went out and I grabbed it These Rick Owens, not CDG, I had to up my fashion Yeah, I know these diamonds, they look good, but don't reach, I keep ratchet Lord, pray for me Been battlin' depression, that shit disable me Lately, I been shinin', I know they hate to see Had to tell me you love me a little late for me, yeah [Chorus: YOUNG JR] I just spent some racks on these, you can go look at my feet, look Bitch, I'm a G, look, hundred thousand in a week, look Bust down to the teeth, hop up in the coupe and roll up the leaf, look Bitch, I'm the truth, bitch, I got the juice, bitch, I got the leaks, look Dog say he that boy, but he ain't tapped in, look Put my young dog on, I get mine off the backend Jewels up on my neck, look, I just got a check Through your section with them Wessons when we step, ayy [Verse 4: EBK Young Joc] Through your section, we gon' step She run it in, I'm pullin' up just to collect Bustdown, we don't do SIs, look at my neck I slap twenty on my wrist and I threw sixty on my neck I'm in my bag, just tryna ball like we the Nets Oh, you a shooter? Shit, we gon' see who shoot the best We'll walk up, drop a hundred, ah, and make a mess I'm a lean junkie, all I drop is Wocky or that Tech And it's some shit I stood on I'm takin' to the grave I'm on the block, hoodie on, standin' in the rain My niggas call me from them cells, checkin' on the gang One, two, three, fuck, I got on hella chains [Chorus: YOUNG JR] I just spent some racks on these, you can go look at my feet, look Bitch, I'm a G, look, hundred thousand in a week, look Bust down to the teeth, hop up in the coupe and roll up the leaf, look Bitch, I'm the truth, bitch, I got the juice, bitch, I got the leaks, look Dog say he that boy, but he ain't tapped in, look Put my young dog on, I get mine off the backend Jewels up on my neck, look, I just got a check Through your section with them Wessons when we step, ayy