Back up on this shit

****, back up on his shit

Finna go till the abyss

Fuck the club up, we too lit

Back, back, back up on this shit

Back up, back up on his shit

Finna go till the abyss

Fuck, fuck the club up, we too lit, yeah (brrr)

My bitch on my side, she bad like LATTO! (yuh)

Yeah, my words shoot sharp, switch fully auto

Huh, funny stuff

**** talk, then go and tuck

I'on need a lotta luck

I planned my plans, and I done struck

I go (go)

Wow (wow)

****, he is back all in his mode (mode)

Wow (wow)

I'on trust in miracles, oh no (no)

No (no)

I rather take control (control)

I'm a workaholic rap machine, you see the smoke, huh

Wow

My bitch on my side, she bad like LATTO!

Yeah, my words shoot sharp, switch fully auto

I paint a perfect picture, like Picasso

That's quality that you don't have a lot of

So first, hating me, them first days, you been back dissing

It kept on going back and forth, till numbers kept increasing

Now you dare to play it off, but I still reminisce it

How the fuck you come up now, and ask me for a picture?

It's okay tho, these **** still get played tho

Chill with wifey, while your punk ass chills with lame hoes

Still okay tho, these **** still get played tho

Davy making money, your ass plays with Play-Doh (back up on this shit)

You ain't got respect, you ain't been shown a lotta love

(back, back, back up on this shit)

Always keep it up, see all my words come from my heart (on this shit)

Love is good, but we put loyalty a lil above (on this shit)

Get the squad from the start, and then we finna run it up (brrr)

My bitch on my side, she bad like LATTO! (yuh)

Yeah, my words shoot sharp, switch fully auto

Huh, funny stuff

**** talk, then go and tuck

I'on need a lotta luck

I planned my plans, and I done struck

I go (go)

Wow (wow)

****, he is back all in his mode (mode)

Wow (wow)

I'on trust in miracles, oh no (no)

No (no)

I rather take control (control)

I'm a workaholic rap machine, you see the smoke, huh

Wow

My bitch on my side, she bad like LATTO!

Yeah, my words shoot sharp, switch fully auto

I paint a perfect picture, like Picasso

That's quality that you don't have a lot of

Back up on this shit

****, back up on his shit

Finna go till the abyss

Fuck the club up, we too lit

Back, back, back up on this shit

Back up, back up on his shit

Finna go till the abyss

Fuck, fuck the club up, we too lit, yeah