Back Up

Run that shit up, Robbie (Ayo, Corey)

Man, back up, he talkin' crazy, best believe we finna smack blood

Strap tucked, I turned around and got my bag up

We the hottest youngins, man, who you think that's finna pass us?

I hate them goofies that talk crazy, try to act up

I hit they block, and if they there, we finna gas up

I hit they block, and if they there, man, I'm gon' gas up

Fake friends, don't need 'em around, I told 'em back up

Chase bands, watch me and my **** get our bag up

Watch me and my **** go get our bag up

Was thuggin' in the trenches, took some time, I had to stack it up

I took so many chances, I took some Ls, I had to test my luck

Ain't no double-backs, we stompin' first, yeah, we gon' bark 'em up (Jay, Jay)

The whole Jayside trained to go, you must ain't heard enough

Free all my dogs up out that cage until they free the thugs

Dissin' on the gang, we left 'em slumped, we fill 'em up with slugs

Dissin' on the gang, we left 'em slumped, we fill 'em up with slugs (Jay)

Losin' my brother, just started off with Tiny Madd

We was all young and reckless, snatchin' chains and drivin' fast (Jay)

Mr. Stuntman, man, smoke up, I can throw his dreads back (Jay, Jay)

Man, I wish a **** could bring all his brothers back

She wanna fuck 'cause she see I'm all up in my bag

I need a hundred Ms and I ain't stoppin' 'til I'm gettin' that

I need the biggest crib, the baddest bitch and her waist snatched

I like 'em kinda bougie, mean mug with a face tat (Jay)

Man, back up, he talkin' crazy, best believe we finna smack blood

Strap tucked, I turned around and got my bag up

We the hottest youngins, man, who you think that's finna pass us?

I hate them goofies that talk crazy, try to act up

I hit they block, and if they there, we finna gas up

I hit they block, and if they there, man, I'm gon' gas up

Fake friends, don't need 'em around, I told 'em back up

Chase bands, watch me and my **** get our bag up

Gon' slide these little foreigns when I'm slidin' out

I totaled it, went to buy another one and then I bashed out

I'll bring it in, bust it down then pack it up and send it out

We still slide low with dirty poles, Mr. Knock-Him-Down

Two poles, catch him up, we jump, you hear that fire-fire

It's a man down, we troopin' after dark, I call that stand ground

Bust down, a hundred twenty thousand to keep my wrist froze

Big pole, we catch 'em, we kill 'em, I call that beast mode

We still crash foreigns, bust downs, we been blowin' 'em back

Still bleed, brash, high-speed with a strap in the stash

Ski mask then bounce out, it get jiggy, I'm not lookin' back

A Baby Stone built from Augustside with the chunkiest tats

Fitted bap, flame rag, drip and I been on they ass

I can never press the brake, bitch, 'cause I been on the gas

Fifty, sixty bands off a lick, you ain't never runnin' past

Seven hundred twenties, a hundred hundreds, you ain't never seen a bag

Man, back up, he talkin' crazy, best believe we finna smack blood

Strap tucked, I turned around and got my bag up

We the hottest youngins, man, who you think that's finna pass us?

I hate them goofies that talk crazy, try to act up

I hit they block, and if they there, we finna gas up

I hit they block, and if they there, man, I'm gon' gas up

Fake friends, don't need 'em around, I told 'em back up

Chase bands, watch me and my **** get our bag up

Thought that boy was a demon, he see Iggy and then he back up

Dopest **** out? Shut your mouth or you'll get bagged up

Money over here, but you gon' work to get your ass up

A hundred on the dash, push the pedal when I gas up

When there's money on the plate, do whatever that it take

Bounce out, yellow tape, duck low, switch the plates

****, ain't no lookin' back, we them **** in LA

I know a ratchet-ass bitch, she's forever buggin' like a Raid

Body bags and wreath passed, ****, ain't nobody safe

He ain't wanna give it up, I put the chopper to his face

You ain't never blew a bag then got it back the same day

All my **** go bananas, what's a monkey to a ape?

Bitch, I miss and double back, I double back the same day

Homicide, mama cries, swerve off in the bucket, 'kay

All my **** politickin' from the Park to the A

Muirfield, cell block, Park Boys to the lanes

Man, back up, he talkin' crazy, best believe we finna smack blood

Strap tucked, I turned around and got my bag up

We the hottest youngins, man, who you think that's finna pass us?

I hate them goofies that talk crazy, try to act up

I hit they block, and if they there, we finna gas up

I hit they block, and if they there, man, I'm gon' gas up

Fake friends, don't need 'em around, I told 'em back up

Chase bands, watch me and my **** get our bag up