Backend
DZ
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Yo Yeah I was calling you about the other day, um I was kinda blown cuz I was just tryna get some, but, you know Sometimes you gotta come round chill with the homies, you know how it Yeah I don’t pay my taxes Bitch on the side she relaxin Come out the bih, with a backend Come out I nut and we back in I’m tryna get up in all of the action Callin up all of the backends Shit in my head and I need a relaxant Never seen it how I did it Racks in my face tryna get it lil bih You be actin like a snitch He got no heat tryna give me a tip And now he runnin off bricks I get ahead and I better not bail Callin up all of the demons Clearin all em out like Freeman’s Yeah Quick runner, I be comin round on the backend Bench put em in, I be coachin you actin oh No, I do not pay my taxes Trip on a bag, do not fumble my passes Oh no there’s sin in my head Bitch tryna give out the neck I’m on a wave you gon f*ck with the next Taggin the walls, yeah I’m taggin in next I might just leave you behind, try and pick up and I press on rewind I caught that bitch in a lie F*ck on my bitch, she be askin for lines Sniff on the line Tryna bend up on the behind Tryna f*ck a bitch from behind Behind Ah Don’t pay my taxes Askin for handouts I seen you were lackin Even yo bih tryna get up a stack I’m on the scene, Imma get on that act, but on that act I cannot act, tryna get a bitch, tryna get another bag You would never see how I did all of that All of the racks, everything I did was never for the fuckin fans That’s my business, ay You be callin on a business day, and my bih And a bitch standing there Tryna get the money, but I’m sittin on a brick now I got caught up in the heat now Is you in there Had to go on my way Tryna go M.I.A., lost my time I was, I was, I was, Yeah I was, I was, I don’t I don’t pay my taxes Call up the bitch on the backend Runnin thru money on that end Come in that bih, we’re relaxin Bass slappin’, take the low freq’s to the head Call another bitch, now she leadin Ever since juice, couldn’t drop Percocet Callin out the mofuckin’ feds Lyin to my face, tryna get up in my head Oh yeah, Imma take it there, you just turned around and left Never seen a freestyle like this before Tryna get a bih, tryna pour a lil four Sippin the lean on a slope Gonna go move and I’m goin slo mo, yeah I be good once I’m ahead, can’t be no stoppin till I’m fuckin dead Imma call that girl like, hey, show me the way I just want a good taste The way I’m killin flows I’m demon in this bitch I be callin up the homies Imma never fuckin quit Been dyin on my homies, we dine on the lines Eatin up good, I might just fall be- (Fall behind) Can’t even use words, my mind I can’t describe Yeah, everything I said was never fine I’m called to pay the taxes like I’m fuckin fined The feds be callin me up, can’t park on the line Imma come in in the back Coppin that bitch a new bag Tryna pop off all the tags, yuh You never seen none of that Tryna get a couple just Tryna get a rack Oh yeah Flowin crazy, goin insane Tryna get up, shots to the brain Countin up the hits to the head I don’t wanna know who you blame Smoke that gas, smoke the hay Callin up off set, HEY Dunno how much that I made But I’m cleanin up, new maid
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