D.Paine - Back End Lyrics

I can carry the squad on my back (Yeah)
Couple straps on me now, I don't lack (Yeah)
He just drove it off the lot, make em wrap it
Nothing but hundreds when I get it, that's them rackets (That's them racks)
That's my brother right or wrong, I'm gone back it (Right or wrong)
Remember them days we was bummy, we was tacky (I was broke)
I ain't never been fugazi, check my rap sheet (On god)
I miss my brother he ain't wake up from that Accy
Remember them days we used to run em like a track meet
I'm really with it not the nigga that a rap beef
No, I don't want it if that bitch come with a safety
Look at they faces know them mooching niggas hate me
All them sacrifices I took they was waiting
Bad bitches I don't want them if they basic
Before I finish what I'm saying, them bitches naked
I put some pressure on they ass and they couldn't take it
Yeah, you around Paine know it's organic, ain't no fake shit
That bitch gone look me in my eyes and she gone take dick
She told me slow down on that Henny she can taste it
Threw so much paper at Onyx they had to rake it
I can carry the squad on my back (Yeah)
Couple straps on me now, I don't lack (Yeah)
He just drove it off the lot, make em wrap it
Nothing but hundreds when I get it, that's them rackets (That's them racks)
That's my brother right or wrong, I'm gone back it (Right or wrong)
Remember them days we was bummy, we was tacky (I was broke)
I ain't never been fugazi, check my rap sheet (On god)
I miss my brother he ain't wake up from that Accy
Remember them days they was asking, we ain't have shit
Hit the trap and come back with it just like magic
Damn lil bitch, you acting boujie, you just average
I done hit about a hundred bitches on this mattress
I swear these niggas gone die trying, tryna lap me
Forty in my lap, a chopper in the backseat
Brody blew his brains out for thinking shit sweet
Me and my bother move together just like big meech
My lil bitch look just like Megan need a big freak
If you really want to make it, you won't get sleep
Yeah, I swear this shit ain't on me cause it's in me
You gotta hustle a lil different in the big league
I can carry the squad on my back (Yeah)
Couple straps on me now, I don't lack (Yeah)
He just drove it off the lot, make em wrap it
Nothing but hundreds when I get it, that's them rackets (That's them racks)
That's my brother right or wrong, I'm gone back it (Right or wrong)
Remember them days we was bummy, we was tacky (I was broke)
I ain't never been fugazi, check my rap sheet (On god)
I miss my brother he ain't wake up from that Accy