Dee Watkins - BackendProblemChild lyrics

[Intro] Hoppa in the lab D Major, baby Yeah Ayy, 40, what they doin'? Ayy, ayy [Verse 1] 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 ni**as 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 fu*k with him 'cause he got pussy ni**a tendencies I got a hundred rounds in this Drake for all my enemies [Verse 2: NoCap] I'm thinkin' about the struggle, its fu*kin' with my enеrgy I'm ballin' with my brothers, I'm richer than my enеmies Rolex don't tick, ni**a If I want a bomb, I make it Swear hoes in Tampa, ni**a, 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 [Bridge: NoCap & Dee Watkins 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 Ayy [Verse 3: Dee Watkins] Back up on that bullsh*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' fu*k them ni**as genuinely b*tch, it ain't no fearin' me ni**as run they mouth like Charlemagne, that DJ envy me 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 fu*k with none of these ni**as 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 fu*kin' instrumental [Verse 4: NoCap] We probably never talk again, she seen me with her friend, ayy Gave that boy so many shots, I shoulda been a CNA Real ni**a 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 fu*k 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 [?] {Outro: NoCap & Dee Watkins] And, I bought banana clips, my crew full of [pansies?] I ain't got no legs, these pussy ni**as, 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?]