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backend - oh yea lyrics

[intro]
(keep that sh+t lowkey, tae)

[chorus: osamason & backend & both]
two seat whip, me and the switch, yeah
ysl jeans and they barely fit
yeah, spendin’ ten, oh my, she finna throw a fit
yeah, and i’m still ridin’ with the micro stick
yeah, three play+plays bustin’ in this iphone 6
yeah, ain’t that but a b+tch, i pulled up, brand new whip (let’s go)
madbudz ring my phone, we got new l!cks, yeah
finna catch a body in this rick fit, yeah
lean got me hit, i can’t see sh+t, yeah
fifty percs’ touch down, let’s get it, yeah
brand new wrist, bust down, let’s get it, yeah
we f+ck up the whip ’cause this b+tch rented, yeah
b+tch think i got on all my chains, i’m seein’ [?] tinted
granny think i don’t got a phone ’cause we ain’t talk in a minute
keep pourin’ up, i’m like, “d+mn, when the juice finish?”
pounds after pounds, it’s gettin’ better, so i keep spinnin’
skippin’ out of town ’cause i ball, you know i’m winnin’ (uh)
(i’m skippin’ out of town ’cause i ball, you know i’m winnin’)

[verse 1: backend & xaviersobased]
(uh; it’s backend, baby)
phone+phone keep jumpin’ ’cause the fiends keep callin’ (mm+mm)
i shot at [?] tryna catch some shiny sh+t (uh)
i+i shot [?] and i bought some shiesty sh+t (uh)
where the— where the juice at? man, pour up all that sh+t
w+w+where the juice at? i’m tryna sip all that sh+t
bi+b+tch said she like the ricks, she tryna eat the d+ck (yeah)
ridin’ ’round, [?] stick, i ain’t tryna slip (mm)
movin’ all these bowls, you can call me pac+man (yeah+yeah)
movin’ all these bowls, you can call me pac+man (yeah+yeah)
b+tch, i got them packs, man (mm+mm)
if you wanna [?], n+gga, you can come and get it (mm+mm)
if you ain’t tryna pay that high, n+gga, i ain’t gon’ sweat it
you could go shop somewhere else, n+gga, you is gon’ regret it (mm+mm)
[verse 2: xaviersobased]
b+tch, i’m dippin’ cheese in the sky (mm+mm)
b+tch, i got gs in the stash (mm+mm)
yeah, bust him down, yeah, you ain’t bustin’ packs, ayy (oh)
cheap ass n+gga, get a bag (oh)
if a n+gga sweat my pop, then i’m gettin’ back (oh)
b+tch we goin’ crazy in the trap (yeah)
servin’ plenty [?] out the bag (true)
catchin’ phones around your neck don’t really mean nothin’
i remember dubbin’ gs out the nissan
i got fiends comin’ down, they said they need some
spend a ying on a ring ’cause i need one
had to run, yeah, i did they ass bad
won’t take the easy route because i wanna last

[chorus: osamason]
(keep that sh+t lowkey, tae)
two seat whip, me and switch, yeah
ysl jeans and they barely fit
yeah, spendin’ ten, oh my, she finna throw a fit
yeah, and i’m still ridin’ with the micro stick
yeah, three play+plays bustin’ in this iphone 6
yeah, ain’t that but a b+tch, i pulled up, brand new whip (let’s go)
madbudz ring my phone, we got new l!cks, yeah
finna catch a body in this rick fit, yeah
lean got me hit, i can’t see sh+t, yeah
fifty percs’ touch down, let’s get it, yeah
brand new wrist, bust down, let’s get it, yeah
we f+ck up the whip ’cause this b+tch rented, yeah
b+tch think i got on all my chains, i’m seein’ [?] tinted
granny think i don’t got a phone ’cause we ain’t talk in a minute
keep pourin’ up, i’m like, “d+mn, when the juice finish?”
pounds after pounds, it’s gettin’ better, so i keep spinnin’
skippin’ out of town ’cause i ball, you know i’m winnin’
(skippin’ out of town ’cause i ball, you know i’m winnin’)
[outro: osamason]
(wha—)

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