BackendProblemChild Lyrics – Dee Watkins
Singer: Dee Watkins
Title: BackendProblemChild
Hoppa in the lab
D Major, baby
Ayy, ayy
Go get that money, but don’t let it change you
I take them Percocets until I can’t move
The only time they see us on the TV is the news
My n#gg#s rather post up on the block than go to school
I’m thinkin’ ’bout my brother, he in the penitentiary
Presidential Rollie on my wrist, I feel like Hillary
I can’t f#ck with him ’cause he got p#ss# n#gg# tendencies
I got a hundred round in this Drake for all my enemies
I’m thinkin’ about the struggle, its f#ckin’ with my energy
I’m ballin’ with my brothers, I’m richеr than my enemies
Rolеx don’t tick, n#gg#
If I want a bomb, I make it
Swear hoes in Tampa, n#gg#, treat me like I’m Tom Brady [Tom Brady
Don’t know why I bought you Cubans
I know when I lose it
I can see you fakin’ your moves
I take that cash and I bury it
Money is the scariest
I don’t care as long as it grew, ayy
I ain’t [1:12
Same time I went in, I’m losin’ my
I just need money, I don’t need no friends, ayy
Catch me in Chicago with my Glock, I’m [gonna?] win, ayy [Catch me in Chicago with my Glock, I’m [gonna?] win, ayy] [Catch me in Chicago with my Glock, I’m [gonna?] win, ayy
D Major, baby
Back up on that b#llsh#t, I’m on it, ayy
Them drugs got me movin’ like a zombie [Ayy, boy, what that doin’?
Put some cash on his head like he an Onyx
Chase that money, that’s the only time I’m runnin’
f#ck them n#gg#s genuinely
b#tch, it ain’t no fearin’ me
n#gg#s run they mouth like Charlemagne [1:53
My lil’ b#tch keep blowin’ up my phone, say she missin’ me
Merry Christmas, b#tch, I sent them shooters through your chimney, ayy
I am f#ck with none of these n#gg#s
I got drugs in my system, all my brothers in the system, uh
My chopper got a crush on hum, I let them bullets kiss him
And, I’m givin’ you my pain on this f#ckin’ instrumental
We probably never talk again, she seen me with her friend, ayy
Gave that boy so many shots, I shoulda been a CNA
Real n#gg# I stay, even if the rent ain’t paid
For all these Jacksons, and my shooter on a rampage
Like that b#tch you tell her right things
Yellow diamonds in her AP, I ain’t talkin’ Vikings
And, it ain’t take nothin’ but a drop to turn my Sprite pink
And, the streets can’t wait till I drop, this sh#t like Visine
f#ck them rappers stealin’ my flow, they nothin’ like me
My grandad was a hustler so that money just in my genes
I hate packin’ my luggage, so I shop when I be landing
I went and bought drugs for everyone that had a
And, I bought banana clips, my crew full of [pansies?
I ain’t got no legs, these p#ss# n#gg#s, they can’t stand me
She a real b#tch, she hide them Perkies in her panties
Backend Problem Child, we need a hood [granny?]
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