Back (feat. Yo Gotti)

Cannon, cannon

They say I left the hood, but I got it on my back (on my back)
Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (on my back)
Took a trip outta town went and got 'em, brought 'em back
Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back (yeah)
Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (ask Sno)
Ask your hoe, nigga, I got it on my back (ask your hoe)
Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (in the back)
We sell 'em whole, and you can't return 'em back (let's go)

Damn, bald head, Pac shit
Plus my main thing like to eat with chopsticks (damn)
I can whip a dream with a fork, nigga (fork, nigga)
Yeah, play that pyrex like a sport, nigga
The highway hot, nigga no shade (shade)
Picked up a hunnid packs, split it two ways (ayy)
Damn, that's 50 here, and 50 there
Get it in the air, like money in the air

That soda in that yola caught a fade, bitch
Clean it up with the same card we play spades with
The streets ain't a game, you can't renege (nah)
Grown man shit, you can't play, kids

You ever been to Hell? Been off in a cell? (Damn)
Two co-defendants, you better not tell (nah)
Water in the vision bowl, yeah, you know the smell
Breakin' out the weight set, yeah, you know the scale
Even got our stamps on it, yeah, you know the braille (ayy)
Feds put the dogs on it, they smell it like it's quail (ooh)
Blowin' money fast, yeah I lived to tell the tale (tale)
They say that I'm irrelevant, it ain't no way in Hell

They say I left the hood, but I got it on my back (on my back)
Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (on my back)
Took a trip outta town went and got 'em, brought 'em back
Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back (yeah)
Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (ask Sno)
Ask your hoe, nigga, I got it on my back (ask your hoe)
Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (in the back)
We sell 'em whole, and you can't return 'em back (let's go)

This money standin' tall, nigga, Yao Ming
Five tickets of a whole lot of greens
Yeah, and I ain't talkin' soul food
I just put a quarter mil' in an old school
Niggas talkin' brick talk, to me that's old news (old news)
Niggas braggin' on they plug, when they old dude
I don't gotta tell (tell)
Nigga I'm in the lab (kitchen)
I want 20 for a half, 40 for a slab (bricks)
And a ten for a quarter if you can do the math

Your bitch deepthroat, I call her lil' giraffe (ugh)
And I'm a plug's first pick if they had a draft
I put bricks in the Uber, used to be a cab (yeah)
Long story short, and the short story long (story long)
I'ma get money, try to free 'em 'til they home ('til they home)
Eight figure nigga, boy I came up sellin' zones
2020 Rolls truck, I set it on chrome (on chrome)

Bitch want a Chanel, she gon' hold the sack
He think I'm a pussy, he must be on crack
Shawty like that Rolls truck, I got 'em back to back
They tried to say I left the hood, when I got it on my back (got it on my back)

Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (ask Sno)
Ask your hoe, nigga, I got it on my back (ask your hoe)
Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (in the back)
We sell 'em whole, and you can't return 'em back (yeah)
They say I left the hood, but I got it on my back (on my back)
Ask Gotti, yeah I got it on my back (on my back)
Took a trip outta town went and got 'em, brought 'em back
Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back (yeah)

Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (ask Sno)
Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (on my back)
Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (in the back)
Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (yeah)
They say I left the hood but I got it on my back (on my back)
Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back



Credits
Writer(s): Donald E. Cannon, Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Mario Mims, J. Jenkins
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