Backend

[Intro]
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(Yoz, what you tellin' me?)
(This is a Melo beat)
(Traphouse Mob)

[Chorus]
I made a pack off a backend, call my suvys, go and clap him
After party don't be lackin' and he ain't gang, we don't jack him
Drop the Choo in every party, roll a opp up in a Marley
A hunnid bands up in Target, tap in pain in Neiman Marcus

[Verse 1]
I'm lucky they call me for towin', if I got it, bitch, I'm throwin'
Tell him link, we gon' Zoe him, Dafi Woo, I ain't chooin'
Opps on the curb, get put on the shirt, I'm tired of seein' all this twirl shit (GDK)
Ballerinas or some girl shit, left and got stuck in this world with
Thirty shots to a dizzy devil, I ain't never settle, nigga, who he done shot
Forty Glocks hold a hunnid shots, big falayo, nigga, an' I throw up the rock

[Chorus]
I made a pack off a backend, call my suvys, go and clap him
After party don't be lackin' and he ain't gang, wе don't jack him
Drop the Choo in every party, roll a opp up in a Marlеy
A hunnid bands up in Target, tap in pain in Neiman Marcus

[Verse 2]
[?] the ooter, I keep my shooter for any nigga tryna act up
See me the gangsta, now they wacked up
[?] niggas tryna act tough (Pussy)
Nina on me get you clapped up
Got some niggas that'd die for this, fifty shots when I slide with triss
Aimin', wavin' an' he throwin' (Pow), leave that bitch if she hoein'
Big woo, I ain't chooin', free my niggas that they holdin'
All my shooters set in my motion (Grrt)

[Chorus]
I made a pack off a backend, call my suvys, go and clap him
After party don't be lackin' and he ain't gang, we don't jack him
Drop the Choo in every party, roll a opp up in a Marley
A hunnid bands up in Target, tap in pain in Neiman Marcus