Back Up 2021

Back up, back up, uh, memento mori I'm living like I tell it, so no guts get no glory I read the aria, and the libretto I call the cavalry, I call that crescendo I'm big as a bitch, [__] Bend, motherfucker, bend you like a prayer Said fuck your sister, taste my juice I'm the [__], I'm the truth Lil' Miss Friday said I'm hotter than heller Bitch, [_] baby know I've got under pressure Fuck yo' sister, sing my song I'm the red light, turn me on Tryna be down, well he probably could But that bitch just a little too Hollywood Took about a pound of the Charlie 'fore the party good And he ain't never seen a brick, they shot him where he stood (Step off!) Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up (Step!) Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up (Shh) (Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up) (Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up) Drugs! (Drugs!) Drugs! (Drugs!) Drugs! (Drugs!) Drugs! (Drugs!) She take another shot, and then she give another hug She feelin' really snug like a rug who under a bug Or maybe she meant the opposite, Molly did and she coppin' it Selfie photo, she croppin' it; since they askin', she poppin' it Self-control, yeah, she lockin' it all away; thong, she rockin' it Showin' she lonely only to end up alone and clockin' it (Party, party, party, party, party) And she ain't stoppin' it Next morning, time for work, she still asleep 'Bout to lose her job, and it's the third time this week She tryna make that paper on the web showin' her feet to them creeps Ain't she sweet, now he askin' her to meet At a club, 42nd and Whitelock Now he got her cornered, tryna show her white cock (Come here, baby!) She wear a smile, and then she touch it for a while While he pullin' out that pipe and he fillin' it with that white rock He tryin' to fill her ass while he feelin' it all cracked out She pulls a katana that's Dolce Gabbana And blood's everywhere, nigga, back up, ah Tryna be down, well he probably could But that bitch just a little too Hollywood Took about a pound of the Charlie 'fore the party good And he ain't never seen a brick, they shot him where he stood (Step off!) Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up (Step!) Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up (Shh) (Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up) (Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up) Fake red shit on them hot cheese sticks From the corner store, pocket full of loosies and a Cherry Coke Red nose like a pit, wipes that on the sleeve Back to the counter, pop clip (psht), empty the drawer, leave House packed from the front door to the back door, can't breathe Loud pack lit out back in the backyard, that weed Smellin' the clothes under the skin, fuck up the flow, bitch goin' in She twerkin' alone, you don't wanna touch her She probably could bite your face off in a minute She hittin' them bath salts, like it was exfoliating It's no more glasses cause the shits keep breaking Get your rake up, step up, pour up, burn up Hold up, shit, you already know Turn up, turn up, turn up So when the eyes look marble, that's the code And the rain is comin' down again Under the porchlight it glows, it burns when it hits the skin Cleans the soul they say, but why would you listen to them? Just get a new one, like a white tee At the corner store, they got 'em two for ten Tryna be down, well he probably could But that bitch just a little too Hollywood Took about a pound of the Charlie 'fore the party good And he ain't never seen a brick, they shot him where he stood (Step off!) Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up (Step!) Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up (Shh) (Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up) (Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up) Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up (Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up) (Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up)