Backends Lyrics

Count up my backends

This money I'm stacking

I put down the trapping

Went far away

Not with the bragging we not out here lacking

Keep straps in the back and we know where they lay

Always wish a nigga would if he lookin at me and he got a problem

Call up Hollywood Jugg probably break foot and empty out his wallet

Niggas be talking that shit bout KFDN

Nigga we knocking they noggin

Yea I been hungry I swear that I want this shit Guess that it's time to get locked in

Drip in some fashion and when I ain't have it I swear I ain't care bout a status

We not the same I don't care bout no fame

I just pull out my rickety rackets

Back to da trap yea you know that we bunkin

He got him a strap now he think that he thuggin

Four thou for a pound yea we got dem drugs in

Straight to the room and she get to touchin

I give her temptation like I'm david ruffin

Her pussy look good so I stick my tongue in

You run up I'm bussin that choppa I'm clutchin

Not carried by 6 let that 12 get to judging

Yea we on dat fuck shit

What is yo budget

Ain't talking money then end of discussion

.40 stay tucked in

If u want play with me I get to uppin

Let off couple shots now they running

None of my niggas not going for nothing

Hop in da whip she get to sucking

She give me head no concussion

Count up my backends

This money I'm stacking

I put down the trapping

Went far away

Not with the bragging we not out here lacking

Keep straps in the back and we know where they lay

Always wish a nigga would if he lookin at me and he got a problem

Call up Hollywood Jugg probably break foot and empty out his wallet

Niggas be talking that shit bout KFDN

Nigga we knocking they noggin

Yea I been hungry I swear that I want this shit Guess that it's time to get locked in

Drip in some fashion and when I ain't have it I swear I ain't care bout a status

We not the same I don't care bout no fame

I just pull out my rickety rackets

We breaking our wallets

Call it what you wanna call it

My niggas stood solid

Stuck to the code

He Ian tell on nobody

Just made a deposit

So many racks it can't fit in my wallet

And this drip is the finest

These niggas take pictures

These niggas gone jock it

My niggas on missions

I told him go get

He went out and get it

Ian beefing bout bitches

I swim with the fishes

I'm counting up riches

And I stack up them hundreds

I run to the money

Go get to da money

These niggas crash dummies

With da trap money pay tithes on a Sunday

Count up my backends

This money I'm stacking

I put down the trapping

Went far away

Not with the bragging we not out here lacking

Keep straps in the back and we know where they lay

Always wish a nigga would if he lookin at me and he got a problem

Call up Hollywood Jugg probably break foot and empty out his wallet

Niggas be talking that shit bout KFDN

Nigga we knocking they noggin

Yea I been hungry I swear that I want this shit Guess that it's time to get locked in

Drip in some fashion and when I ain't have it I swear I ain't care bout a status

We not the same I don't care bout no fame

I just pull out my rickety rackets