Back End

I can carry the squad on my back (Yeah) Couple straps on me now, I don’t lack (Yeah) He just drove it off the lot, make em wrap it Nothing but hundreds when I get it, that’s them rackets (That’s them racks) That’s my brother right or wrong, I’m gone back it (Right or wrong) Remember them days we was bummy, we was tacky (I was broke) I ain’t never been fugazi, check my rap sheet (On god) I miss my brother he ain’t wake up from that Accy Remember them days we used to run em like a track meet I’m really with it not the nigga that a rap beef No, I don’t want it if that bitch come with a safety Look at they faces know them mooching niggas hate me All them sacrifices I took they was waiting Bad bitches I don’t want them if they basic Before I finish what I’m saying, them bitches naked I put some pressure on they ass and they couldn’t take it Yeah, you around Paine know it’s organic, ain’t no fake shit That bitch gone look me in my eyes and she gone take dick She told me slow down on that Henny she can taste it Threw so much paper at Onyx they had to rake it I can carry the squad on my back (Yeah) Couple straps on me now, I don’t lack (Yeah) He just drove it off the lot, make em wrap it Nothing but hundreds when I get it, that’s them rackets (That’s them racks) That’s my brother right or wrong, I’m gone back it (Right or wrong) Remember them days we was bummy, we was tacky (I was broke) I ain’t never been fugazi, check my rap sheet (On god) I miss my brother he ain’t wake up from that Accy Remember them days they was asking, we ain’t have shit Hit the trap and come back with it just like magic Damn lil bitch, you acting boujie, you just average I done hit about a hundred bitches on this mattress I swear these niggas gone die trying, tryna lap me Forty in my lap, a chopper in the backseat Brody blew his brains out for thinking shit sweet Me and my bother move together just like big meech My lil bitch look just like Megan need a big freak If you really want to make it, you won’t get sleep Yeah, I swear this shit ain’t on me cause it’s in me You gotta hustle a lil different in the big league I can carry the squad on my back (Yeah) Couple straps on me now, I don’t lack (Yeah) He just drove it off the lot, make em wrap it Nothing but hundreds when I get it, that’s them rackets (That’s them racks) That’s my brother right or wrong, I’m gone back it (Right or wrong) Remember them days we was bummy, we was tacky (I was broke) I ain’t never been fugazi, check my rap sheet (On god) I miss my brother he ain’t wake up from that Accy