"Back In The Backend" lyrics
(Clyde, you goated)
Back in that backend
(Fuelz got that heat)
Back in that backend
I'm bringin' them packs in
Back in that backend, I'm bringin' them packs in
Shooters gon' hit you like they name John Paxson
You ain't havin' money, then stop all that actin'
The stick always with me, you won't catch me lackin'
I'm trappin', I'm makin' it happen
All of these plays, I felt like I'm John Madden
Go hard in the booth, this shit slappin'
Pull up on an opp like I'm Luke from the Mavericks
We in this bitch like bow bow
I get these hoes mad like how? How?
Cuban hittin' off the light like wow wow
Bitch, you see this ice on me, yeah, bling blaow
Your nigga want a bite, Apple logo
Bitches hatin', fuckin' with me so they still flow
Really gettin' to that chicken, you hoes so broke
Used to laugh at me then, now it ain't no joke
Fuckin' up the streets like construction workers
Weed got me geeked up like my name Urkel
Slap fifty on you hoes, tell her boss up (Boss up)
Bitch, I'm in my own lane, never crossin' up (Yeah)
Bitches watch my every move, I'm who they wanna be
And I stay touchin' notes, bitch, I feel like Steve
Name lit up in these streets like it's Christmas Eve
I'll off a nigga set like I'm Cardi B
And that Benz all white like I'm Pusha P
Bitches tryna steal the sauce to my recipe (Yeah)
I got the streets on lock, bitch, I got the key
Throwed as a bitch, eyes low like I'm Chinese
I get my lick back in racks, fuck the tit for tat
Hoes claim they got a bag, what you do for that? (What you do for that?)
Really movin' with this motion, talkin' checks in bags
Hardest bitch up in the city, it's time to face the facts
Back in that backend, I'm bringin' them packs in
Shooters gon' hit you like they name John Paxson
You ain't havin' money, then stop all that actin'
The stick always with me, you won't catch me lackin'
This motion that I'm havin', it ain't slowin' up (It ain't slowin' up)
If it ain't 'bout a bag, I ain't showin' up (I ain't showin' up)
Got this rap shit on lock, bitch, I'm booked as fuck
Black truck, sticks out, yeah, you better duck
Back in that backend, I'm bringin' them packs in
Shooters gon' hit you like they name John Paxson
You ain't havin' money, bitch, stop all that actin'
The stick always with me, you won't catch me lackin'
Back in that backend
(Fuelz got that heat)
Back in that backend
I'm bringin' them packs in
Back in that backend, I'm bringin' them packs in
Shooters gon' hit you like they name John Paxson
You ain't havin' money, then stop all that actin'
The stick always with me, you won't catch me lackin'
I'm trappin', I'm makin' it happen
All of these plays, I felt like I'm John Madden
Go hard in the booth, this shit slappin'
Pull up on an opp like I'm Luke from the Mavericks
We in this bitch like bow bow
I get these hoes mad like how? How?
Cuban hittin' off the light like wow wow
Bitch, you see this ice on me, yeah, bling blaow
Your nigga want a bite, Apple logo
Bitches hatin', fuckin' with me so they still flow
Really gettin' to that chicken, you hoes so broke
Used to laugh at me then, now it ain't no joke
Fuckin' up the streets like construction workers
Weed got me geeked up like my name Urkel
Slap fifty on you hoes, tell her boss up (Boss up)
Bitch, I'm in my own lane, never crossin' up (Yeah)
Bitches watch my every move, I'm who they wanna be
And I stay touchin' notes, bitch, I feel like Steve
Name lit up in these streets like it's Christmas Eve
I'll off a nigga set like I'm Cardi B
And that Benz all white like I'm Pusha P
Bitches tryna steal the sauce to my recipe (Yeah)
I got the streets on lock, bitch, I got the key
Throwed as a bitch, eyes low like I'm Chinese
I get my lick back in racks, fuck the tit for tat
Hoes claim they got a bag, what you do for that? (What you do for that?)
Really movin' with this motion, talkin' checks in bags
Hardest bitch up in the city, it's time to face the facts
Back in that backend, I'm bringin' them packs in
Shooters gon' hit you like they name John Paxson
You ain't havin' money, then stop all that actin'
The stick always with me, you won't catch me lackin'
This motion that I'm havin', it ain't slowin' up (It ain't slowin' up)
If it ain't 'bout a bag, I ain't showin' up (I ain't showin' up)
Got this rap shit on lock, bitch, I'm booked as fuck
Black truck, sticks out, yeah, you better duck
Back in that backend, I'm bringin' them packs in
Shooters gon' hit you like they name John Paxson
You ain't havin' money, bitch, stop all that actin'
The stick always with me, you won't catch me lackin'
