B4CK !T UP Lyrics

Hop out the back of the back of that muffuckin tonka

How could I leave at the top

If I hit I might feel like the king at the time

And you know I ain't shit I believe her this time

Chop her off and I can't look back

I fell asleep way inside it been geekin this summer

Her pussy in my new pack

I'm finna turn up the turn up the heat in this sauna

And you know the one that's been making it hot and the temperature drop when you stand up

She keep it tight like a tailor

Ask that lil bitch what you playing for, woo

No mo poppin xans

Pop it for ya mans, woo

Nigga talkin cash with no rubber bands, woo

That bitch gon end up on his back and we go hard at bat

I might cut that bitch

I might cut that bitch lights on

Bitch I back it up

Bitch I back it up

Bitch I back it up

Bitch I back it

Bitch I back it

Bitch I back it up

New what new bezel with the wrist

I pop a ting and shake my head cuz they pubescent with this shit

A bada-bing I'm bout my bread I'm out my body with my bitch

Acting like it's the wrong time

I been waiting a long time in a bottomless pit

Nigga caught up in phone lines

But I feel like a phone dying running on five percent

It's a whole lotta racks in this bitch

Got me living life hell bound

Like Quen' Tarentino put niggaz in movies you know that bitch sells out

I did it for peace sakes

Go hard but I make it look easy

Said I feel like I'm muffuckin feenin

Feeling like a nigga might put it out, put it out

Really give a fuck niggaz saying I'm good or not

Nigga said put it out, Bitch said pull it out

Bitch I back it up

Bitch I back it up

Bitch I back it up

Bitch I back it

Bitch I back it

Bitch I back it up