Back Up

(Run that shit up, Robbie) (ayo, Corey) Man, back up (back), he talkin' crazy, best believe we finna smack blood Strap tucked (strap tucked), I turned around and got my bag up (man) We the hottest youngins, man, who you think that's finna pass us? (Nobody) I hate them goofies that talk crazy, try to act up (man) I hit they block, and if they there, we finna gas up (boom-boom) I hit they block, and if they there, man, I'm gon' gas up (boom-boom) Fake friends, don't need 'em around, I told 'em back up (nah) Chase bands, watch me and my niggas get our bag up Watch me and my niggas 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 nigga 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 (back), he talkin' crazy, best believe we finna smack blood Strap tucked (strap tucked), I turned around and got my bag up (man) We the hottest youngins, man, who you think that's finna pass us? (Nobody) I hate them goofies that talk crazy, try to act up (man) I hit they block, and if they there, we finna gas up (boom-boom) I hit they block, and if they there, man, I'm gon' gas up (boom-boom) Fake friends, don't need 'em around, I told 'em back up (nah) Chase bands, watch me and my niggas get our bag up Gon' slide these little foreigns when I'm slidin' out (skrr) I totaled it, went to buy another one and then I bashed out (yeah) 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 (knock him down) Two poles, catch him up, we jump, you hear that fire-fire (fire-fire) It's a man down, we troopin' after dark, I call that stand ground (yeah) Bust down, a hundred twenty thousand to keep my wrist froze (yeah) 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 (ayy) Fitted bap, flame rag, drip and I been on they ass I can never press the brake, bitch, 'cause I been on the gas 50, 60 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 (back), he talkin' crazy, best believe we finna smack blood Strap tucked (strap tucked), I turned around and got my bag up (man) We the hottest youngins, man, who you think that's finna pass us? (Nobody) I hate them goofies that talk crazy, try to act up (man) I hit they block, and if they there, we finna gas up (boom-boom) I hit they block, and if they there, man, I'm gon' gas up (boom-boom) Fake friends, don't need 'em around, I told 'em back up (nah) Chase bands, watch me and my niggas get our bag up Thought that boy was a demon, he see Iggy and then he back up Dopest nigga 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 Nigga, ain't no lookin' back, we them niggas in L.A. (no) I know a ratchet-ass bitch, she's forever buggin' like a Raid Body bags and wreath passed, nigga, 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas get our bag up)