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Back Up
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Back Up was released on October 10, 2025 by GRINDHARD 4 MONEY ENTERTAINMENT as a part of the album Back Up - Single
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
GrindHard E
GrindHard E
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Terrell
Eric Terrell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
GrindHard E
GrindHard E
Engineer

Lyrics

Alright
'24 big-body, gotta look at the camera when I back up
Ridin' with a hundred on me in the car, they gon' need backup
Fell off for a minute, now I'm back up
I been beatin' shit down, fuckin' good, I fucked my back up
Police get behind me, I ain't stoppin', they gon' have to call for backup
Stashed 30K in the bank just for backup
They know he dead 'cause he fell and hit the ground and ain't get back up
'Bows in, took a couple hours just to bag up (Yeah)
My feature price was just down, now them bitches back up
I went soft and made my bitch suck it to get it back up
This the biggest gun I got, but this my backup
She got her ass done, so she sleepin' with her— ah
She got her ass done, so she sleepin' with her back up
Just got my own strain, I'm just waitin' 'til my packs done
Them colors cool, but I ain't gon' lie, I want a black gun
**** gotta take me serious when I pull that strap out
**** do some dumb shit, make me mad and I'ma black out
Don't know which heat to grab, the FN, Glock, or .300 Blackout
Everybody got they hand out like I'm a cash cow
I ain't gon' lie, I just fucked a bitch badder than Kash Doll
The little shit I used to brag about make me laugh now
If I was tender like these **** 'bout a bitch, I would've crashed out
When shit get sticky, I'll never ever put my strap down
You come around and we don't know you, then you probably gon' get pat down
This hustlin' shit in my genes, it got passed down
When I go and shop, don't look at tags, I just grab and I just cash out
Got ten bitches do what I say, I ain't a pimp, I put my mack down
I'll probably stop rappin' before I ever put the bag down
He parked his car behind the gate, E, let me throw you up
We brought security for no reason, we all totin' guns
She let me fuck the first night, that bitch a hole in one
In the strip with hella ones, we finna fuck the ceiling up
Chopper hit his nerve, them .223s will fuck your feeling up
She out here doin' her, she think I care, but I don't give a fuck
This a switch, in seconds, I can hit you with like fifty-plus
Treat a bitch **** just like a Bic, I'm finna flick him up
Written by: Eric Terrell
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