$windlaaa ft Trapland pat – Backend

$windlaaa ft Trapland pat – Backend Lyrics

Artist: $windlaaa ft Trapland pat
Song: Backend

A guy by the name of Pepperjack Zoe
$windlaaa ($windlaaa)
Ha (Ahh-wooo)
Clee

Ha-ha
Look, look
f#ck the front door we coming
Through the backend (Through the backend)

Round of applause when we step
They get to clappin’ (Get to clappin’)
p#ss# n#gg# tighten up
Before we get to mackin’, up

Solid ten toes ain’t no backin’, up
223 and rugers
F&n and choppa’s (Choppa’s)
When them boys hit the scene

Know they really poppin’ (Know they really poppin’)
Like damn
Why them boys be chillin’ like that
They smokin’ all that dope

Why them boys be living like that (Living like that)
We from the home of the sea
But the land that’s where we pop ya (Where we pop ya)
I know them boys be hating

Till we blow like trending topics (Trending topics)
He popping Perc thirty
Tell that boy he need to stop it (He need to stop it)
She eating on that dick too neat

She needs to slop it
Oh they paying them n#gg#s
Oh they training them n#gg#s
We was caught in traffic now we just

Be shaking them n#gg#s
Bop and weave
Left. Right
We be spanking these n#gg#s

Now you know me, say my name
End up paying me n#gg#
Oh you see them tryna pay us for the
Shows now

No more H&M that’s designer on the
Clothes now
We be from that state where them
Boys be screaming

Zoe pound
T’D up
All my n#gg#s really fresh
Know we glee’d up

Glee’d up head to toe now
We tryna get that score now
These n#gg#s say they ‘bout it
But they know where really hoes now

These n#gg#s say they ‘bout it
But they know where really hoes now
We tryna raise the score so you know
We gotta blow down

f#ck the front door we coming
Through the backend (Through the backend)
Round of applause when we step
They get to clappin’ (Get to clappin’)

p#ss# n#gg# tighten up
Before we get to mackin’, up (Duh duh)
Solid ten toes ain’t no backin’, up (Skrrt, skrrt)
223 and rugers (Duh duh)

F&n and choppa’s (Duh duh)
When them boys hit the scene
Know they really poppin’ (Skrrt, skrrt)
Like damn

Why them boys be chillin’ like that
They smokin’ all that dope
Why them boys be living like that
Yea, you know I’m higher than a kite

Now (Duh duh)
This a round trip
I had to jump up on a flight now
One night stand she ain’t boutta

Spend the night now
I’m in the sports car (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ain’t no stopping at the light now
Trapland Pat yea, Trapland Pat

You ain’t never gotta ask man you
Know I’m strap
You ain’t never gotta ask I’m really
In them traps. (Duh duh)

And you ain’t never gotta ask I really
Flip them packs
She throw it back, slow motion
I ain’t sipping purple, sipping on that

Pink potion
A1A baby you got to go to coasting
Landed on the cloud baby I ain’t with
The floating

Yea convicted felons with illegal
Weapons (duh duh)
Who like to go to stepping
If they feel threatened

They ain’t no playing now
Pull up spraying now do that (Duh duh)
That’s a man down
f#ck the front door we coming

Through the backend
Round of applause when we step
They get to clappin’
p#ss# n#gg# tighten up

Before we get to mackin’, up
Solid ten toes ain’t no backin’, up
223 and rugers
F&n and choppa’s

When them boys hit the scene
Know they really poppin’
Like damn
Why them boys be chillin’ like that

They smokin’ all that dope
Why them boys be living like that
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$windlaaa ft Trapland pat Lyrics – Backend

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From the album:
Backend [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021