Backend

These niggas be lying
All the time
These niggas so washed up
Need my backend before I show up
We got big sticks so who want smoke wit' us?
I got hella hoes 'cause I hate to choose
Go, go, go, go
Making so much money now my bank account got froze
Got my Spanish ho, she don’t know no English
But she know what I mean when I say, «Come and eat this penis»
Can’t do no chit-chat, pull up then we air it out
Fucking on your thot, just might pull her hair out
Walk inside the bank and you know I pull them racks out
Hide your hoe, 'cause if you know, she going home with me
Walk around with two Styrofoam cups, people think it’s something wrong with me
I’m at the top like a goat, and all of these niggas, they under me
Bullets, they hit you, they sting, it’s feeling like a bumblebee
I send you to God, I think he need your company
These niggas by lying, on my soul
Lying
These niggas be lying
These niggas be lying
All the time
These niggas so washed up
Need my backend before I show up
We got big sticks so who want smoke wit' us?