Me and Ren', we like robbin', bitch
Try to run it up, so I'm tryna search a college kid
Big 1c, we gon' pull up to your college, yeah
Gun a nigga down, put the strap to his esophagus
Xavier goin' crazy, no, it ain't nobody stoppin' him
If I don't like them niggas, then I know lil' shawty linin' 'em
If they come through then we stoppin 'em
X pills, we poppin' em
Nigga, we ain't lackin, uh
I'ma keep a smile, I don't care how hard the times get
Put in all the miles, reminisce on all the time spent
Ayy yo, Xav', where yo' mind been?
Xav, where yo' mind been? Xav, where yo mind been? Hold on, yeah
Xav, where yo' mind been? We outside, we mobbin'
1c, baby, so you know a nigga shining
Know a nigga clownin', drip in the closet
Niggas they start moving crazy, they say that I caused it
Ayy, tote a pistol (ayy, ayy)
Yeah, get low (ayy, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, get low (ayy, ayy)
Ayy, go dumb (ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy)
Get from around (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Yeah, I'm in your town, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, oh, yeah
Yeah, she want the Glock
Yeah, it's Backend, baby, yeah, ha
Girl, I know you want a backend
Baby, come and get a backend
Come and fuck with a backend
Got my pockets full of backends
I'm a young nigga actin', but you know that I been, huh
She said: Baby boy, why the fuck you actin' up?
I said: Bitch, what? I'm just in that big black truck
When I hop up out this truck, bitch, you know what's up
Then I hop up in the party, they like Damn, uh
Walk up to the party, they just like: That's Backend, uh
Niggas pocket watchin' 'cause they know I'm goin' up
Talkin' crazy on my brother Xav', I'll smack you up
If you got a problem with 'em, we gon' handle ya
I told Xavier chill out, watch out, we gon' handle them
Talkin' crazy on my brother, you gon' fuckin' die
Talkin' crazy on my brother, nigga, you is high
Talkin' crazy on my brother, you gon' fly high
Talkin' crazy on my brother, we gon', huh-huh
(Oh, uh-uh)
I don't like niggas 'cause they playin' both sides
Stay on yo' side, nigga, play with yo' side
Bro, don't play both sides, that's just how you die
Smokin' with 'em, chillin' with 'em, that's just how you die
(Nigga, fly high)
(Mm, know what I'm sayin', nigga, fly high)
(Nigga, fly high)
(Nigga, fly high)