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Back End (Explicit) - Finesse2tymes
Lyrics by：Ricky Hampton

Finesse two of 'em
XO think he all that
It's cool when they do it
It's a problem when I do it
**** 'em
Birds of a feather
What
They flock together
That make you a sucker
A sucker
I don't **** with nobody
None of 'em
If you ain't mob ties
Then it's **** you
**** you
I don't want none but some money
Some money
But if they get with this ****
I'ma flush 'em
Flush I'ma get
I'm in South Carolina
What you doing
I'm looking for Rennings
She know I'm some pimpin' though
She know that
She gotta be thick as hell
Big player
I can't do nothin' wit' no skinny hoes
Oh nah
Hold that Glock 47
That ***** look likе a DE
I hit it with both hands
Two hands
I sign my own check
I'm CEO
Better stay in yo' lanе
Yo' little bitty broke a*s
You broke
They hate that they left me
They hate it
They regret what they said
They see
But I don't accept it
I don't
They claim that he 'bout it huh
The whole time it was somebody else's
That's crazy
Finesse bringing real back
The real he be speaking his mind
That boy wit' the ****s
He lit
These rap n***as pitiful
I'm so sick
They be ready to kill you over a *****
Hold up I come around
N***as go put they ho up
Put they ho up
Asking questions *****
Shut up and roll up
Roll up
She eat the d**k 'till she throw up
Ugh
He tried to diss me to blow up
Boom
I'm VVS to the floor up
Ooh
Pinkie ring look like a doughnut
I do this **** for them n***as who solid
And free all them real ones
Who in jai and that boat month
D**n they can't do nothin' wit' 'em
Beffin' wit' who
It ain't none wit' 'em
None
I'm hearing the snitch **** snitch ****
Dump none but big ****
You can get slump wit' 'em
Slump wit' 'em
The Draco is under me
Yeah
That ***** is in my lap knack
Come and get 'em
Lap knack
You think I ain't on point
You stupid
Run up if you want
This ***** through the window
Bah bah
They like ooh he violent shh
They ain't dropping nothin' ooh
They silent shh
They making up rumors
Don't nobody believe 'em
That **** don't surprise me
It don't
My side ***** main homie
On God
She play her position
Ain't doing no snitchin'
Shh
Remember I was broke
Remember
Now they be like
Hell nah look at Ricky
Lil' Deebo
Don't act like you know a n***a all them years
I did you didn't wrote a n***a
Don't be speaking on me if you owe a n***a
I'll catch him in traffic and ho the n***a
I put that on my Grand Mammy
That on my Grand Mammy
I was gone but I'm back at it
I'm back at it
I ain't cool I just act happy
Cool I just act happy
Mini Drac' I can backpack it
B***h I can tote it
They said they got a bounty on who
On who
They said they got prices on who head
On who head
Thirty two shots in this Glock 17
And ***** it'll be thirty two dead
On me
I hit that ***** with my foot in her neck
Foot in her neck
Sleepin' on me now a crook in your neck
Crook in your neck
30k for a twenty minute set
Put some baguettes in the Cartier Specs
I'm back in I'm back
They didn't **** wit' me back then
They was sleeping
Now they hollering about tap in
Hollering about tap in
I pull up wit' a MAC 10
Pull up with a hrrllt
If she give you some p***y
And you tell the business
That mean you a rat then
N***a you'll tell some
I don't want your bottles
I don't want your w**d
Just give me back ends
I'm going back in