Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back End, artist - Rich Homie Quan. Date of issue: 13.04.2017
Song language: English
Back End |
| 30, 00 for a Jesus piece, I put that on yo head |
| Freddy Krueger don’t scare me no more, them boys will bite you in that bed |
| Talk to God before I eat, and end it off with a «Amen» |
| I don’t care how tired I get, I’m gon' still run up them bands |
| I’mma still count up my back end, I’mma still do it for my fam |
| Just because I got a lil' money, that do not define the person I am |
| I don’t give a fuck about what the critics say, I’mma stack it up for them |
| papers |
| I clocked in, like I’m working |
| I ain’t have to sell my soul, it ain’t worth it |
| Sold out, sold out, now I’m mad |
| We done sold out, it’s a hold out, hold out on them bags |
| We gon' roll 'bout 1 something, 4 of y’all, 2 in the van |
| I don’t care what that money do, I’mma blow this shit like a fan |
| RIP to my nigga Shawty Lo, I’m still walking 'round feeling like the man |
| Commissary going out on Sunday, gotta make sure I still got a plan |
| Talk to my girl on Monday, on the phone with my hands in my pants |
| Walking around with my hand on my ear, I ain’t heard a word that they saying |
| Niggas talk about what they gon' do, rubber bands still around that paper |
| Overdue for some new music, might as well put it out for my haters |
| Niggas talkin' hard, know they can’t stop me, I’m in that front yard with them |
| choppers |
| I’ll do whatever for my partner, I hit the jewelry store with |
| 30, 00 for a Jesus piece, I put that on yo head |
| Freddy Krueger don’t scare me no more, them boys will bite you in that bed |
| Talk to God before I eat, and end it off with a «Amen» |
| I don’t care how tired I get, I’m gon' still run up them bands |
| I’mma still count up my back end, I’mma still do it for my fam |
| Just because I got a lil' money, that do not define the person I am |
| I don’t give a fuck about what the critics say, I’mma stack it up for them |
| papers |
| I clocked in, like I’m working |
| I ain’t have to sell my soul, it ain’t worth it |
| Nigga lurkin', cell phone, no serivce |
| Tent on the car, not working, so I had to close them curtains (Ooooh) |
| Pulled up in something they ain’t never heard of |
| I ain’t seen no caution tape, but the whole scene I murdered |
| (Woooo) Lying to me, I’m used to bitches |
| Watching out who I’m talking to, cause a lot of niggas, they superstitious |
| Dirty pots, cause I used the dishes |
| 40 Glock, keep it in my britches |
| 50 shots of them big bullets, that lil' nigga might need stitches |
| That big body, I lean in it |
| That drop top selling in it |
| And I ain’t gotta wear a suit everyday to show a nigga I mean business |
| With all this lean, I need a kidney |
| Why the lil' boy goin' so hard |
| You tellin' on me, you the real 12 |
| You lame as hell like a Soap Opera |
| 30, 00 for a Jesus piece, I put that on yo head |
| Freddy Krueger don’t scare me no more, them boys will bite you in that bed |
| Talk to God before I eat, and end it off with a «Amen» |
| I don’t care how tired I get, I’m gon' still run up them bands |
| I’mma still count up my back end, I’mma still do it for my fam |
| Just because I got a lil' money, that do not define the person I am |
| I don’t give a fuck about what the critics say, I’mma stack it up for them |
| papers |
| I clocked in, like I’m working |
| I ain’t have to sell my soul, it ain’t worth it |