Back Up
Back up, you too close you need to back up
We've been rolling up the backwoods
This blunt is not filled with tobacco
Chop the top on that da capo
Press the button watch it act up
I'm the one that other rappers
Let them also make a master
But pussy don't make you the man
Neither does poppin' the bands
Or talking follows on the gram
I know they sleeping, if I see another kid napping then I'll make them get in the van
Maybe sedan, uh, maybe someday, you wake up drunk in the trunk of a wraith
Hollywood Boulevard bumping the bass
I love it just look at the look on my face
They got me jogging in place
I'm bout to run out of patience
I see you running my place
Ooh, that's a cute imitation
This is a new simulation
No longer stuck in the matrix
I do not fuck with the playlist, fuck all the radio stations
Back up, you too close you need to back up
We've been rolling up the backwoods
This blunt is not filled with tobacco
Yeah, I need more negative feedback
Yeah, I wanna read that
This is debate, I want the hate, I really mean that, bring me the beat back
Okay it took me a minute to see that's how you getting to sell out arenas
Shooting my shot at a Bella Hadid, and you do not get a rebuttal or read back
I must admit I've been getting noted
I book up Gigi I didn't know her
I know the devil he on my shoulder
500 horses they in the motor
Hottest tamales in California
Colder than Yachty in Minnesota
I get to pick them in any order
No I do not spend a penny on them
I'm the one saving my dividends
I'm trying to upgrade the residence
I need the Franklin's, I need my Reagan's
Man to be honest I don't know my presidents
This is a business, I'm pivotin'
That doesn't mean that I'm giving in
You and the bitches are synonym
Don't give a fuck about what your opinion is
Ah, you got the hits
You are no man, why are you selling your 6
You do not call me a check, now Imma get rich
Call up a label and tell them to suck on my dick
Back up, you too close you need to back up
We've been rolling up the backwoods
This blunt is not filled with tobacco
Chop the top on that da capo
Press the button watch it act up
I'm the one that other rappers
Let them also make a master
Ahh, ahh, ahh
That shit's hilarious we gotta keep that shit
I think Edna heard that downstairs
We've been rolling up the backwoods
This blunt is not filled with tobacco
Chop the top on that da capo
Press the button watch it act up
I'm the one that other rappers
Let them also make a master
But pussy don't make you the man
Neither does poppin' the bands
Or talking follows on the gram
I know they sleeping, if I see another kid napping then I'll make them get in the van
Maybe sedan, uh, maybe someday, you wake up drunk in the trunk of a wraith
Hollywood Boulevard bumping the bass
I love it just look at the look on my face
They got me jogging in place
I'm bout to run out of patience
I see you running my place
Ooh, that's a cute imitation
This is a new simulation
No longer stuck in the matrix
I do not fuck with the playlist, fuck all the radio stations
Back up, you too close you need to back up
We've been rolling up the backwoods
This blunt is not filled with tobacco
Yeah, I need more negative feedback
Yeah, I wanna read that
This is debate, I want the hate, I really mean that, bring me the beat back
Okay it took me a minute to see that's how you getting to sell out arenas
Shooting my shot at a Bella Hadid, and you do not get a rebuttal or read back
I must admit I've been getting noted
I book up Gigi I didn't know her
I know the devil he on my shoulder
500 horses they in the motor
Hottest tamales in California
Colder than Yachty in Minnesota
I get to pick them in any order
No I do not spend a penny on them
I'm the one saving my dividends
I'm trying to upgrade the residence
I need the Franklin's, I need my Reagan's
Man to be honest I don't know my presidents
This is a business, I'm pivotin'
That doesn't mean that I'm giving in
You and the bitches are synonym
Don't give a fuck about what your opinion is
Ah, you got the hits
You are no man, why are you selling your 6
You do not call me a check, now Imma get rich
Call up a label and tell them to suck on my dick
Back up, you too close you need to back up
We've been rolling up the backwoods
This blunt is not filled with tobacco
Chop the top on that da capo
Press the button watch it act up
I'm the one that other rappers
Let them also make a master
Ahh, ahh, ahh
That shit's hilarious we gotta keep that shit
I think Edna heard that downstairs
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Writer(s): Calvin Scruby, Corbett Dustin James
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