Jay Critch - Back End lyrics

[Intro] (Chulo) Ayy Jay Critch, hood fave (Hood fave) Yeah, yeah Ayy (LBoy) [Chorus] So what you sayin'? That Bentley still switchin' lanes That money drive 'em insane, these diamonds go Super Saiyan, ayy I was broke, I ain't have sh*t but that was back then (Back then) I just got home from off the road, a lotta backends (Backends) My bank account stay fully-loaded, never lackin' (Never lack) He tried to front, my shooter up and blew his back in (Baow, baow) She tried to front, but I ain't really have no racks then I was busy sittin' in the trap to get the racks in (Jugg, jugg) [Verse] Tell your plug don't turn into a stain just 'cause he taxin' I might check my balance out the bank 'cause it's relaxin' Cut her off so quick, she ain't gon' ever know what happened Now I get the chips, ain't gotta call my momma askin' Hood fave, I put the hood right back on the map I done bossed up through the setbacks I'm ballin', you gotta accept that I be on the money like a neck tat Man, these hoes only good for the neck Every night, used to dream of a check Yeah, they talkin', man, what'd you expect? Yeah, they talkin' that sh*t, it's expected Mike Amiri, I'm drippin' expensive Money comin', feel that in my senses Where I'm from ni**as growin' up reckless Where I'm from ni**as lookin' for ways out Cash out my brothers to exit Talkin' hot, put his flame out Bounty out on his necklace Keep it silent with all of the gang You can never throw dirt on my name Pour it up, now it's dirt in my drank I'm with Millz , and we swervin' the lane Work hard so I earned everything Man, these ni**as don't hustle for nothin' Diamonds beatin', they givin' concussions sh*t, I make it, they thought I was bluffin' [Chorus] So what you sayin'? That Bentley still switchin' lanes That money drive 'em insane, these diamonds go Super Saiyan, ayy I was broke, I ain't have sh*t but that was back then (Back then) I just got home from off the road, a lotta backends (Backends) My bank account stay fully-loaded, never lackin' (Never lack) He tried to front, my shooter up and blew his back in (Baow, baow) She tried to front, but I ain't really have no racks then I was busy sittin' in the trap to get the racks in (Jugg, jugg)