Back Up
Turn it up, uh
'Bout to turn it up, uh
A-ha, uh
Check what, press who?
That ain't what you do
Got a lotta goons that'd love to address you
Feel it in your stomach, that's the heat
what's your next move?
I ain't sayin' that I'm number one, but I'm special
I'm just sayin' that you niggas done when I get you
Tryna kill the game, all you do is cause a flesh wound
Mad 'cause your sister got my picture in her bedroom
Don't worry, you can have it all when I get through
But I ain't done yet
havin' fun yet?
Music gettin' all my dawgs high, that's a fun fact
Hit me up when it's after nine then she want sex
If the girl is lower than a dime then I want neck
If you don't wanna pay the fine that's a cut check
Johnny K's niggas, Hollywood, that's a nut check
You been on the top for a minute, yo, I want next
Think it's 'bout time that you finish, you ain't done yet?
Mother fuck a co-sign
Drug dealer, I just hit 'em with a dope line
And they comin' for my neck like a bow-tie
If you want it then you better keep your hoe tied
that's right
Don't like it? You mad or something
I get to pressing like you sad or something
And it's nothin'
If you ain't tryna put in work
Piece to your chest and a fucking tie-dye shirt
I'm up in the spot and I'm chillin' with women
Always gotta be that one nigga that's comin' and grillin'
hands in his pants like it's married with children
He up on that bullshit
If he act the fuck up and come by me, he gets one warnin'
Back the fuck up, back the fuck up
Back the fuck up, back the fuck up
Back the fuck up, back the fuck up
Back the fuck up, get away from me, homie
Back the fuck up, back the fuck up
Back the fuck up, back the fuck up
Back the fuck up, back the fuck up (yo, yo)
Back the fuck up, get away from me, homie
Walkin' with your chest out
That ain't what you 'bout
Got a mean squad so you better choose a new route
Feel it in ya stomach 'til you sick and it ain't stout
I ain't sayin' that I'm thugged out, but I got clout
I ain't sayin' that you played out, but for real
My bars over your head, no ? in the cell
You couldn't even escape it like no money for bail
I'm ridin' in super speeds, you slow as a snail
Mad 'cause your mother play my songs every day
Wanna cry, even won't escape doors for the weight
'Bout time 'cause a nigga felt locked in a cage
Now I'm like Adam Hunter in the streets with the rage
so you couldn't understand how it feels on this stage
Gettin' paid just to come and put my thoughts on a page
It's a page of this rhyme that just rhymes every day
If you don't see the path then we makin' the weight
Listen, man, I got this
Ain't Hallowe'en but I'm layin' down hot shit
Now what I mean, I'm waitin' until my stock lit
It was a dream, until I made it my life, bitch
Now what it seems is I'm 'bout to be on, yo
Come on yo, can't name another with more flow
More blow and is on a mission for more dough
Yo, get that nigga
You won't give it up like it's gift wrapped, nigga
I'm up in the spot and I'm chillin' with women
Always gotta be that one nigga that's comin' and grillin'
hands in his pants like it's married with children
He up on that bullshit
If he act the fuck up and come by me, he gets one warnin'
Back the fuck up, back the fuck up
Back the fuck up, back the fuck up
Back the fuck up, back the fuck up
Back the fuck up, get away from me, homie
Back the fuck up, back the fuck up
Back the fuck up, back the fuck up
Back the fuck up, back the fuck up
Back the fuck up, get away from me, homie
I'm up in the spot and I'm chillin' with women
Always gotta be that one nigga that's comin' and grillin'
hands in his pants like it's married with children
He up on that bullshit
If he act the fuck up and come by me, he gets one warnin'
Back the fuck up, back the fuck up
Back the fuck up, back the fuck up
Back the fuck up, back the fuck up
Back the fuck up, get away from me, homie
Back the fuck up, back the fuck up
Back the fuck up, back the fuck up
Back the fuck up, back the fuck up (yo, yo)
Back the fuck up, get away from me, homie