Back Up

Hey pear make the beat slap
Gotta back up
We gon act up
Bad bih bad bih got her ass up
Bad bih bad bih pourin mud into a red cup
Say you know me you ain't sendin shots
If you got a glock pussy ya let it pop
How yo bih bad when she a fuckin thot
Bih what
I want all the smoke till my throat chokes say you got big racks but you fuckin broke
Ya lemme change the flow
Bad bih grab her toes
Bad bih poured drank on my clothes
I ain't even mad cause the bih hella bad
She got a bag who bought you dat
She knows lil hang be with that
Ablock bitch we cook rats
New glock matte black
Bankroll just made ten racks
Gotta go sell a pack gotta always have the strap
So I never lack
Benzos always be posted in the trap
She said
Life's a trip
Gave her this blunt and she took a lil hit
Then she start giving me lip this choppa has kick I call that shit lu kang she wanna fuck with me cause bitch it's lil Hang
I feel like e cause I got steady aim

Hold up bitch quit cappin
Runnin that mouth ima catch yo crew lackin
You know I got the drip I got designer in my baggage
Roll another blunt now I'm flyer then alladin
I got another rack just from shipping out the package
Got four hundred on my wrist cause my life I'm livin lavish
Bitch call me papi like she speakin to me Spanish
Bitch I'm off the Henny and it turned me to a savage
Hold up
Lemme switch the flow
Speakin on the gang ima let the choppa go
I can make you dance like you poppin at my show
These bangers never touch me cause I always tote a pole
Lookin for your homie but he buried in a hole
Got the whole squad and we steady staying strapped
That's thirty red dots locked on to your back
Lil Hang pull the drum it goes ratatatat
If you fuck with STK then you finna get smacked
Then you finna get smacked



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Writer(s): Harrison Carey
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