Backend Video (MV)

Need my money off the backend, had to go and the hit the plug he aint f*ckin with the drugs
Then he tell me that he back in, they aint wanna show me love couldn't get up in the club
Now we coming through the backend
Bitches said i was a dub now them bitches wanna f*ck she let me hit from the backend
Buss a nut and then im back in
Bitch its the pacman, dodge all the suckoers, I eat and I level up
It aint nobody can hold me now im bout elvevate nigga we going up
I ran it up with the dodie then got me a Rollie now I want the bezels bussed
I hold it down with my brodies, im ballin like kobe no nigga can f*ck with us
No time for the fake shit these niggas be hating cuz I make the bag move
I get the pack then I flip it I need the whole ticket or don't even ask dude
These niggas know I got sauce, my shit is A1, they be loving my swag too
I can not help that ya bitch on my you be sick she be wanting this ragu
I cannot be worried bout these bitches I be runnin up the digits make the trap do a back flip
Nigga I just push it to the limit I just stay up in the kitchen show you how to make the pack flip
I be gettin duggy on theses butches the be loving on a nigga Blow a bag up in sax fifth
Then I walk in up club all my niggas going up all the bitches on dick cuz we big lit
I can never put my trust in a nigga they cuz like a bunch of crabs in a barrel
Mite have to pull up then I buss on these niggas have them pussy niggas staring down the barrel
Where was this from the start, you aint got no Kevin hart tell that nigga hard Will Farrel
Nigga I be wit all I don't care about the law tell that nigga let it off I dare em
F*ck any nigga hating gotta issue
I live death before dishonor 2 pistols
If I ever see some foul shit like referee I blow the whistle
Stay strapped with the pole like a stripper
This FN will put some wholes in ya tissue
Said he Left a nigga for dead but I ain't die yet
Stop aimin at the chest and not the temple
Ain't no love in these cold streets, how them niggas Gon take it if you make it
Tell that nigga what you told me, i ain't tryna hear lying or the fake shit
They don't wanna see the old me, mad max I was really on my jake shit
Wish a nigga try to fold me, I'm a let thing loose like paper