Yeah, uh
A real back end boy, I gotta get my paper up
They know what I did in these streets, I ain't gotta say too much
Smack on the ass, she be like, Nino, boy, you play too much
I'm a dog ass nigga, I bet not say too much
Nigga hatin' on me, that nigga better go get his paper up
Every time we come around, we fuck these niggas' faces up
He need to get that shit out his heart, cause he hate too much
My mama never got food stamps because she made too much
If them niggas ain't know no money, keep them away from us
I love my fuckin' shooter, that boy spray for us
And that goin' through niggas' phone shit's some childish stuff
You need to fuckin' grow up, you know I'm C4
I ain't got it all, I blow the fuck up
This 223'll give you taper cuts
Have you ever count a hundred thousand with your hands
That shit'll give you paper cuts
She like, let's get away, but I ain't on that
Nino, I step on bitches like a doormat
I'm sippin' Tris, baby, this ain't cognac
If you already knew, then why the fuck would you ask that
Pop my collar, pop my bitches, and I pop bond
This shit niggas paid me to do, I would've did for fun
I don't think that nigga hard because he ride with guns
Bitches always do ho shit to jeopardize the bond
Feds on my trail, but I ain't hidin' though
Lil' mama cute as hell, she say shit like my smile though
This lil' ho freaky, you know I like him wild though
Don't speak on my name, that's the shit that you can die for
Yeah, know what I'm sayin'
Backend boy, part two, nigga, let's go
Fuck wrong with these niggas, yeah