Backend (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: YOUNG JR]
(Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points)
(Funk Or Die)
MMFE, Money Motivated Family ENT, they know how I do it, look

[Chorus: YOUNG JR]
I just spent some racks on these, you can go look at my feet, look
b*tch, I'm a G, look, hundred thousand in a week, look
Bust down to the teeth, hop up in the coupe and roll up the leaf, look
b*tch, I'm the truth, b*tch, I got the juice, b*tch, I got the leaks, look
Dog say he that boy, but he ain't tapped in, look
Put my young dog on, I get mine off the backend
Jewels up on my neck, look, I just got a check
Through your section with them Wessons when we step, ayy

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
I can't walk inside your club 'less my strap in
Yeah, b*tch tried to play me, I hit her with the backhand
Put a price up on his head, boy, I get it cashed in
n*gga, bah-bah-bah, yeah, that's what the strap said
Yeah, that's what the strap said, I'll let the strap speak
Them boys be rappin' like they active, they ain't never had beef
Stop tellin' b*tches you my b*tch, b*tch, you ain't never had me
b*tch got a stupid attitude, b*tch, you ain't even that clean
You could look me in my eyes, tell I been to hell and back
Bro pulled a skit in SRT, that n*gga had to sell the 'Cat
Cuz sold my uncle a fake Perky, why the f*ck you sell him that?
And all them b*tches that done curved me, most them b*tches sellin' ass
I heard that boy on paperwork and you still with his tellin' ass
Them n*ggas claim they want the smoke, them n*ggas ain't even inhalin' that
I told lil' bro don't hit no legs, hit that boy where his melon at
b*tch, f*ck the opps, we suckerK and you can run and tell 'em that, on the gang, n*gga
[Chorus: YOUNG JR]
I just spent some racks on these, you can go look at my feet, look
b*tch, I'm a G, look, hundred thousand in a week, look
Bust down to the teeth, hop up in the coupe and roll up the leaf, look
b*tch, I'm the truth, b*tch, I got the juice, b*tch, I got the leaks, look
Dog say he that boy, but he ain't tapped in, look
Put my young dog on, I get mine off the backend
Jewels up on my neck, look, I just got a check
Through your section with them Wessons when we step, ayy

[Verse 2: YOUNG JR]
They know what we rep, I know they heard 'bout that sh*t
b*tch, I'm set, ride private jets, look like a bird 'round this b*tch
If it's up there, then it's stuck there, I ain't worried 'bout that sh*t
Shots fired, B's pop out, look like nerds 'round this b*tch
Lord, pray for me, we just a product of our environment
Wish my dog Delly was here so we could get high again
Them f*ck n*ggas tried kill me before I ball for real
I just hope I make it out
I keep my back against the wall, ten toes on my feet, look
I watch for the sneakers, yeah, I keep it with me, they know I got heat, look (I do)
They know I'm a dog, they know what I do, they know where I be, look (It's Junior)
They know what I rep, baby, all them G's double-M-F-E, look

[Chorus: YOUNG JR]
I just spent some racks on these, you can go look at my feet, look
b*tch, I'm a G, look, hundred thousand in a week, look
Bust down to the teeth, hop up in the coupe and roll up the leaf, look
b*tch, I'm the truth, b*tch, I got the juice, b*tch, I got the leaks, look
Dog say he that boy, but he ain't tapped in, look
Put my young dog on, I get mine off the backend
Jewels up on my neck, look, I just got a check
Through your section with them Wessons when we step, ayy
[Verse 3: Lil Bean]
I been runnin' racks since back then, I do this sh*t with a passion
'Member I used to play the field, I'll bounce out and get nasty
Better have that fire on you, know that sh*t can get tragic
All my young n*ggas reckless, they 33, they savage
I don't believe when he rappin', I just press skip like Shannon
n*gga, how you think that bag came? I went out and I grabbed it
These Rick Owens, not CDG, I had to up my fashion
Yeah, I know these diamonds, they look good, but don't reach, I keep ratchet
Lord, pray for me
Been battlin' depression, that sh*t disable me
Lately, I been shinin', I know they hate to see
Had to tell me you love me a little late for me, yeah

[Chorus: YOUNG JR]
I just spent some racks on these, you can go look at my feet, look
b*tch, I'm a G, look, hundred thousand in a week, look
Bust down to the teeth, hop up in the coupe and roll up the leaf, look
b*tch, I'm the truth, b*tch, I got the juice, b*tch, I got the leaks, look
Dog say he that boy, but he ain't tapped in, look
Put my young dog on, I get mine off the backend
Jewels up on my neck, look, I just got a check
Through your section with them Wessons when we step, ayy

[Verse 4: EBK Young Joc]
Through your section, we gon' step
She run it in, I'm pullin' up just to collect
Bustdown, we don't do SIs, look at my neck
I slap twenty on my wrist and I threw sixty on my neck
I'm in my bag, just tryna ball like we the Nets
Oh, you a shooter? sh*t, we gon' see who shoot the best
We'll walk up, drop a hundred, ah, and make a mess
I'm a lean junkie, all I drop is Wocky or that Tech
And it's some sh*t I stood on I'm takin' to the grave
I'm on the block, hoodie on, standin' in the rain
My n*ggas call me from them cells, checkin' on the gang
One, two, three, f*ck, I got on hella chains
[Chorus: YOUNG JR]
I just spent some racks on these, you can go look at my feet, look
b*tch, I'm a G, look, hundred thousand in a week, look
Bust down to the teeth, hop up in the coupe and roll up the leaf, look
b*tch, I'm the truth, b*tch, I got the juice, b*tch, I got the leaks, look
Dog say he that boy, but he ain't tapped in, look
Put my young dog on, I get mine off the backend
Jewels up on my neck, look, I just got a check
Through your section with them Wessons when we step, ayy