Back Up Lyrics

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Ugh

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Yeah Yeah

Diamonds they jump out the face

Masked up, no trace

You better back up, back up

Gun to ya face, give the pack up, Wan' hang with the gang, get ya racks up

Play with the name, get you smacked up, My niggas gone bang, 'fore they catch us

I be with some killers, never lacking

Heard you say you be drilling, why you capping

Keep a pole with some shells that'll blow your back in

Got a switch on the glock, I don't gotta tap it

Fucking with Shotti, I'm the wrong one

Couple feet deep, like his toes done

Talking emotions, I don't show none

I think like a whore, I'm tryna blow something

And don't ask me shit, I don't know nothing

I'm clueless

When we shooting, we aim at Medullas

Trenches fucked up, it ain't come wit no rule book

It just came wit some drugs and a ruger

Pretty bitch move like a snake, Medusa

Fuck her face, then I'm leaving her drooling

Since I got money, now they tryna use me

Mama be worried she not tryna lose me

Choosy, she ain't never wanna choose me

Gotta charge it to the game

I done seen niggas change for some change

Fa, put them things to ya brain

Tried to find love, but I just said fuck it all, I kept meeting lame after lame

Cruising, switching lane after lane

Run up and Ima bang like I'm James

Drop something wit this 40 on me

I got 40 bullets for ya 40 homies

He was talking heavy up until he saw me

Got a diamond choker, Ima rip it off 'em

I ain't playing games

Got a plain Jane, might drop 15 on the pinkie

Bitch this a face, smoking on that stinky

Getting a name now they tryna link me

Yeah, Yeah

Diamonds they jump out the face

Masked up, no trace

You better back up, back up

Gun to ya face, give the pack up, Wan' hang with the gang, get ya racks up

Play with the name, get you smacked up, My niggas gone bang, 'fore they catch us

Before we let up, we gone need a mil

Or 2, or 3, fuck it we gone have to see

Hunnid-one poles and none of 'em clean

All props if you know what I mean

They told me to switch it up

I been fucking ya bitch, she can't get enough

I don't want you, you can't even get it up

But your friend, I just might put some dick in her

I'm wit killers that really don't give a fuck

Walk around in a dickie with semis tucked

Bitch I'm freaky, I might pull your remy out

Put my niggas on money like I'm giving stimmys out

And it's crazy how I gotta watch for the niggas that been around

Know a couple niggas tryna end me now

So we pulling up right on they block when we spinning now

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

But I know this came with it

So I keep me a pole for these lame niggas

And my crew never changed we the same niggas

Tryna pop out we popping ya gang nigga

Yeah we really be suited up

Think you pressure you really ain't do enough

Niggas grimy like I don't know who to trust

I keep a blicky

And it got a drum with like 50 so that's 50 chances to hit 'em

But I need one bullet to get 'em

And then I walk down and put 49 shots in his fitted

It's tragic, clear the scene

I'm a problem when I got these magazines

Try to line me, that be your last scheme

They keep dying, that be your last dream

Diamonds they jump out the face

Masked up, no trace

You better back up, back up

Gun to ya face, give the pack up, Wan' hang with the gang, get ya racks up

Play with the name, get you smacked up, My niggas gone bang, 'fore they catch us