S.K.A.R. - Back End (feat. BriminalBeatz36)

Silent to police whenever they Question me
They already know they can't check a G
Finesse the plug and run off that's my Specialty
I gotta get it I know it's my destiny
Niggas be thinking they all bout that Action
We send them niggas the packin'
Call up my skoob then I toss him Pack and
He trapping it moving it through the Back end
Don't try my niggas cuz they some Gorillas
Banana yo head and the chopper the Peeler
They gone pull up on the block wit The drillers
You might wanna run if you rockin Chinchilla
And expensive fabrics
Trust me they stay with the ratchets
We putting niggas in caskets
We getting active
We'll catch a nigga in traffic, pull up The chopper then blast it
I be pulling out the 4'5
I be scheming
I'm a demon, you can see it in my Low eyes
I been smoking on that doja
And been sipping on some Henny so I'm wavy like a low tide
Niggas really ain't your bros nah
They ain't tryna eat a slice, man they Tryna eat the whole pie
Swear this shit is real, no lie
And I ain't really with the games cuz These niggas playing both sides
Silent to police whenever they Question me
They already know they can't check a G
Finesse the plug and run off that's my Specialty
I gotta get it I know it's my destiny
Niggas be thinking they all bout that Action
We send them niggas the packin'
Call up my skoob then I toss him Pack and
He trapping it moving it through the Back end
I trap the pack through the back end
Fucking up gwap
I run down on opps
Toting those hollows if 12 ever Follow
Hit the gas, fuck up them bottles
Gang bend the block while I blast out The Tahoe
Nigga hard-headed, crack meat out His taco
Me and bro bussin' off muh-fuckin' Pasto
Finessed the plug, claimed we fucked Up the product
Niggas start searching, my Brim gang Got lurking
We fuck up the surface to cook Niggas turkey
And map out your funeral to fuck up The service
Then blow up your Hearse, nigga Fuck the remorse
Digi Dash in a Porsche before 12 find The source
Nigga dead before 4, I Fox 5'd the Young boy
Nigga scuffed my Diors, I still Murked the young boy
With this all black new torch and just Slid through the back end
Silent to police whenever they Question me
They already know they can't check a G
Finesse the plug and run off that's my Specialty
I gotta get it I know it's my destiny
Niggas be thinking they all bout that Action
We send them niggas the packin'
Call up my skoob then I toss him Pack and
He trapping it moving it through the Back end

Written by:
Donyell Scott, Saqqar Allman

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