Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Qayyum Ukasyah
Songwriter
IV NOMONKE
Songwriter
IV GIBBY
Songwriter
IV RYU
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SLADE6
Producer
Netuh
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
SLADE6 fuck your bitch!
I'm sick of hearing all this verse
It's getting worse
A lotta money in my purse and I don't rehearse
I put my mind on full conscious I do observe
You got your bitch a fucking necklace
That she don't deserve
I'm not the best but I can judge on what I hear
We're giving the quality when quantity appear
Disappear then reappear cause there's a lotta things to do
Live in different atmosphere
You fuckers looking like a fool
Back it up, back it up
Lil bitch tryna tell me what's up
For fuck's sake
Bring it back, bring it back
Lemme show you how you gonna make me act up
What's up boy (Yuh)
Back it up, back it up
Lil bitch tryna tell me what's up
For fuck's sake
Bring it back, bring it back
Lemme show you how you gonna make me act up
What's up boy (Yuh)
Hold on, all these bitches getting sawed on
2 days without posting, it's Ramadan
Hold on, why you texting with a hard on?
Leaving in it on read
Fuck you little bitch and I'm gone
Motherfuckers gotta know
That I'm not fuckin sane
Bitch you better be on four
Cause I'm not here to entertain
Pardon my insanity
Fuck all of your history
Nah you better move on
You're the lamest in the history
Alright
Motherfuckers wanna die
Side to the side imma smite these white knight
Full of spite! (Full of spite)
You the shit? Not quite
Bitch on my sight, I don't bite!
Motherfucker try me
Imma chop your hoe
Feed them to the crow
Don't flee, cause you're fucking slow
Too much fucking dough
More tea, for my fucking foe
Feed them all my flow
You'll see no matter where u go
I'm still gonna blow
Back it up, back it up
Lil bitch tryna tell me what's up
For fuck's sake
Bring it back, bring it back
Lemme show you how you gonna make me act up
What's up boy (Yuh)
Back it up, back it up
Lil bitch tryna tell me what's up
For fuck's sake
Bring it back, bring it back
Lemme show you how you gonna make me act up
What's up boy (Yuh)
Fuck boys pull up in a brand new whip (Woah)
Dressed in all black cargos SVG drip (Ew)
1234 motherfuckers bout' to take a hit (Okay)
Shut your fucking mouth
I know you be talking shit (Who do we got?)
We got IV on the track (Woah)
Got our first millies
I know you don't fuck with that
I got, got my name on the cheque (Woah)
Got my first designer shirt
It's all about the flex aye (Alright, alright)
Yuh, now tell em who it is
IV's comeback yeah we cooking up again like (Uh)
Yea we rounding up the Asia
Better laid back
No we coming in like Frieza (Ay, ay)
Back it up, back it up
Lil bitch tryna tell me what's up
For fuck's sake
Bring it back, bring it back
Lemme show you how you gonna make me act up
What's up boy (Yuh)
Back it up, back it up
Lil bitch tryna tell me what's up
For fuck's sake
Bring it back, bring it back
Lemme show you how you gonna make me act up
What's up boy (Yuh)
Writer(s): Nomonke Iv, Slade 6 Iv, R.yu Iv, Gibby Iv
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com