Big Yavo - Backend

(Iisland with the cash like Diego) let's go
(Ba ba-Bankroll Got It) yavo, show that

She said, "Yay with that ski", baby
That's brand new money (That's brand-new)
I ain't goin' for shit
You ain't takin' nothin' from me (Uh, uh)
Soon as we get out this car
I'ma get 'em, no stunt, man
(Opps up)
Ten Percs, no more, so I'm comin' (Go)
Can't send you a verse
You ain't send no money (Nothin')
Like the front end eight hundreds
The backend twenties (Uh)
Got a front end blue and the backend green
(Go) if I don't make it in rap
Then it's back to the fiends (Uh)

Man, these niggas too ass like
The back of some jeans
Think I'm OCD, P's vacuumin' clean (Uh)
Got this shit on my own
What the fuck do you mean?
(What the fuck do you mean?)
Pull up high off two drugs
That's cookies and lean
(That's cookies and lean)
Wick just hop out your bush with a mask
He gon' make you scream (Let's go)
At your front door with a
Mask like it's Halloween
I might knock on your door and tell you
"Tricks or treat?" (Ah)
Up in your door
Nothin' but Glizzies and beams (Pussy ass)
Snatch up my chain
Somethin' you wanna cheat (Trapper)
My niggas waitin' on appeal
Ain't talkin' 'bout a leader (Let's go)
If he tell you I'm broke
Then that nigga deceased
(That nigga be lyin')
Nigga play and get wrapped, creamer E (Gang)
Got the pack
Didn't wanna get it up out a eater
(Get it up out a)
Ayy, Yay'll post up on your corner like
Pop thirteen plays in the ally like killer
Only reason he breathin' 'cause
We ain't seen him (Gang)

She said, "Yay with that ski", baby
That's brand new money
(That's brand-new money)
I ain't goin' for shit
You ain't takin' nothin' from me
(You ain't take shit from me)
Soon as we get out this car
I'ma get 'em, no stunt, man
(Opps up)
Ten Percs, no more, so I'm comin'
(I'm, come here) can't send you a verse
You ain't send no money (Let's go)
Like the front end eight hundreds
The backend twenties (Pussy ass)
Got a front end blue and the backend green
(Pussy) if I don't make it in rap
Then it's back to the fiends (Stackin')

Nigga keep pillow talkin'
Get smashed out his dreams
Nigga keep pillow talkin'
Get smashed out this bitch
Shorty gave a good brain
Almost smashed off her head
He 'posed to went to the lick
But he went to the feds
Nigga thought it was sweet
Now here come the meds
Nigga thought it was sweet
Now he in a spiller
Why young nigga don't talk? 'Cause
He really a killer
Need some stripes in the western
'cause I'm too oficial

She said, "Yay with that ski", baby
That's brand new money (That's brand-new)
I ain't goin' for shit
You ain't takin' nothin' from me (Uh, uh)
Soon as we get out this car
I'ma get 'em, no stunt, man
(Opps up)
Ten Percs, no more, so I'm comin' (Go)
Can't send you a verse
You ain't send no money (Nothin')
Like the front end eight hundreds
The backend twenties (Uh)
Got a front end blue and the backend green
(Let's go) if I don't make it in rap
Then it's back to the fiends
(Let's let's)

Written by:
Inconnu Compisiteur Auteur, Diego Avendano, Joel Banks, Taylor Banks, Yaven Mauldin

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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