rich homie quan - back end lyrics
[hook]
30 thousand for a jesus piece, i put that on yo’ head
freddy krueger don’t scare me no more, them boys will bite you in that bed
talk to god before i eat, and end it off with a “amen”
i don’t care how tired i get, i’ma still run up them bands
i’ma still count up my back end, i’ma still do it for my fam
just because i got a lil’ money, that do not define the person i am
i don’t give a f-ck about what the critics say, i’ma stack it up for them papers
i clocked in, like i’m workin’
i ain’t have to sell my soul, it ain’t worth it
[verse 1]
sold out, sold out, now i’m mad
we done sold out, it’s a hold out, hold out on them bags
we gon’ roll ’bout 1 somethin’, 4 of y’all, 2 in the van
i don’t care what that money do, i’ma blow this sh-t like a fan
rip to my n-gga shawty lo, i’m still walkin’ ’round feelin’ like the man
commissary goin’ out on sunday, gotta make sure i still got a plan
talk to my girl on monday, on the phone with my hands in my pants
walkin’ around with my hand on my ear ’cause i ain’t heard a word that they sayin’
n-ggas talk about what they gon’ do, rubber bands still around that paper
overdue for some new music, might as well put it out for my haters
n-ggas talkin’ hard, know they can’t stop me, i’m in that front yard with them choppers
i’ll do whatever for my partner, i hit the jewelry store with
[hook]
30 thousand for a jesus piece, i put that on yo’ head
freddy krueger don’t scare me no more, them boys will bite you in that bed
talk to god before i eat, and end it off with a “amen”
i don’t care how tired i get, i’ma still run up them bands
i’ma still count up my back end, i’ma still do it for my fam
just because i got a lil’ money, that do not define the person i am
i don’t give a f-ck about what the critics say, i’ma stack it up for them papers
i clocked in, like i’m workin’
i ain’t have to sell my soul, it ain’t worth it
[verse 2]
n-gga lurkin’, cell phone, no serivce
tint on the car, not workin’, so i had to close them curtains (ooooh)
pulled up in somethin’ they ain’t never heard of
i ain’t seen no caution tape, but the whole scene i murdered
(woooo) lyin’ to me, i’m used to b-tches
watchin’ out who i’m talkin’ to, ’cause a lot of n-ggas, they superst-tious
dirty pots, cause i used the dishes
40 glock, keep it in my britches
50 shots of them big bullets, that lil’ n-gga might need st-tches
that big body, i lean in it
that drop top sellin’ fiends in it
and i ain’t gotta wear a suit everyday to show a n-gga i mean business
with all this lean, i need a kidney
why the lil’ boy goin’ so hard?
you tellin’ on me, you the real 12
you lame as h-ll like a soap opera
[hook]
30 thousand for a jesus piece, i put that on yo’ head
freddy krueger don’t scare me no more, them boys will bite you in that bed
talk to god before i eat, and end it off with a “amen”
i don’t care how tired i get, i’ma still run up them bands
i’ma still count up my back end, i’ma still do it for my fam
just because i got a lil’ money, that do not define the person i am
i don’t give a f-ck about what the critics say, i’ma stack it up for them papers
i clocked in, like i’m workin’
i ain’t have to sell my soul, it ain’t worth it
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