Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back End, artist - Peezy. Date of issue: 27.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Back End |
| Twenty thousand dollars for this ice link |
| Thirty thousand for the plain Rolex |
| Twenty thousand dollars in my right pocket |
| Sipping codeine, I don’t drink Moet |
| Thirty-five hundred for my outfit |
| Wear the shit once and I don’t go back |
| Been balling and I’m still balling, nigga |
| I ain’t never gotta post a throwback |
| We do Hellcats, not the scat packs |
| Hunnid thousand in the Louis backpack |
| Hustlers don’t sleep, we take cat naps |
| She goin' fuck me for the cheese, that’s a rat trap |
| All these niggas talk about is guns and how they drill shit |
| I be on that money shit, tryna get a mil shit |
| Tryna ride Bentley’s with the matching on the hill shit |
| Pussy boy, when I ain’t have no money I was still rich |
| Killed the parking lot, somebody call the paramedics |
| I’m passing out cheese, tell that hoe don’t miss her blessing |
| These niggas crazy, I don’t think they get the message |
| When is he goin' ever fall off? |
| Nigga never |
| Niggas stalk my Instagram page and be mad I’m rich |
| Seen my number in his bitch phone and he had a fit |
| I can turn four to six ounces, that’s a magic trick |
| Probably can’t relate to me if you ain’t never had a brick |
| Motivate the ghetto, give the real niggas hope |
| Bout that money, it’s whatever, all the real niggas know |
| We can get whatever if we stick together, get your shit together |
| You don’t like me? |
| I feel the same, bitch, let’s kill each other |
| Ride through the hood low key in some exotic shit |
| Five years ago I had the crib on metropolitan |
| Gotta serve these niggas third person, they be hot as shit |
| Only thing these rap niggas did was suck a lot of dick |
| When you level up you gotta move different |
| I be over niggas heads, I gotta school niggas |
| I just cooked a half a chicken, give me two minutes |
| Let it dry, cause if you bag it while it’s wet it’ll lose, nigga |
| All I got is money on my schedule, baby |
| All my bitches bad, I ain’t regular, baby |
| V-12 on the Benz, this ain’t a regular Mercedez |
| Shit, what else did you expect? |
| Boy, I came from the 80s |
| It’s time to boss up, I don’t hear these niggas, tell 'em talk up |
| Bitches know it’s money in the room when I walk up |
| Ain’t no more lean in the city, we drunk it all up |
| When you see me with them coffee cups, it ain’t Starbucks |
| The bag came in now we break dancing |
| Boy, this water watch jiggin' and the chain dancing |
| Four or five different drugs in the same cabinet |
| Don’t compare me to these niggas cause they ain’t havin' |
| When you see us in the club, know them heaters in the place |
| I can still count a dub with a sheet over my face |
| Hit my line for them bows, we the cheapest in the state |
| All these niggas jealous of me, I could see it in they face |
| I just pulled up to the show to get the back end |
| I just popped a Percocet, I feel like Batman |
| I just hit yo main bitch and her bestfriend |
| I got five hundred, bitch, give me a lap dance |
| I been all over the world, bitch, I’m tapped in |
| Show you how to chop a brick, I’m like Jack Chan |
| I just paid a thousand dollars for some black pants |
| Got the utmost respect for the crackheads, nigga |
| Uh, let the beat ride out, Dave |
| Yea |