YHL Bran - BACKEND (feat. Finesse Kid)

(Finesse Kid)
(M-Marley get on bass)
Let's go
Uh, me and Finesse went and picked up the backend
Rear end me a hoe hit that bitch from the back end
Look how these diamonds just hit no relaxing
He want a verse then you know that I'm taxing
We having za yea you know we get bags in
Gang and nem shoot out the roof with the Mac-10
Everything I say is true no capping
Everything you say a fluke just yapping
Running your mouth we pull up automatics
He didn't want smoke shouldn't of came down this alley
So many guns I need me a caddy
I barely be home I'm in and out of Cali
Fly nigga flyer than Aladdin
Twenty five hundred for the jacket
Had to cop some shoes just to match it
Let's go
Uh, play with it
So many racks told her play with it
Up in Christian Dior I stay in it
I count racks when I'm bored I play with it
Pull up and score I'm Klay with it
I aint leaving my gun boy I stay with it
I can weigh that shit up make a play with it
I done made me a ten for the day ended
Speaking on me and Finesse get you stretched
Thirty ball in the tec
Fuck a vest I'm aiming for your neck
Blood splat ooo I made a mess
Every situation we gone step
YHL forever what I rep
At these niggas throat like it's strep
I been having stripes like a ref
Uh, me and Finesse went and picked up the backend
Rear end me a hoe hit that bitch from the back end
Look how these diamonds just hit no relaxing
He want a verse then you know that I'm taxing
We having za yea you know we get bags in
Gang and nem shoot out the roof with the Mac-10
Everything I say is true no capping
Everything you say a fluke just yapping
No cap
A young nigga been did that shit at the trap
If that nigga play crazy we gone run in his house
Last opp hoe had dick in her mouth
Man last opp nigga we was bitching him out
Just hit a drill with the glick I'm switching it out
Couple niggas switched couple niggas dissing me now
Know that it's up so they don't come around
Gang get the backends on the first play
Hit that lil hoe on the first day
Catch that boy lacking do that boy the worst way
I'm in the trap posted up on my birthday
Thirty poking out the jeans Mike Amiri jeans the fuck do you mean
I'm rocking Alexander McQueen with some LV and some CDG
Uh, me and Finesse went and picked up the backend
Rear end me a hoe hit that bitch from the back end
Look how these diamonds just hit no relaxing
He want a verse then you know that I'm taxing
We having za yea you know we get bags in
Gang and nem shoot out the roof with the Mac-10
Everything I say is true no capping
Everything you say a fluke just yapping

Written by:
Brandon Manning, Finesse Kid, Gage Johnstone

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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