Back Up
100 band jug got me like yeah
You beefing with us then we ain't playing fair
You beefing with us then a nigga get spanked
I'm smoking on pressure, I filled up my tank
Got hit in the head, can't get back up
I whip out the iron, that nigga backed up
Got hit with a 9 and shawty got plucked
Can't leave out the spot, its the first of the month
The junkies, they comin' I'm giving them crunch
We sendin' them hollows, they packin' a punch
I bag up the work, I ain't packin' no lunch
He think that he bulletproof, he gon' get touched
Got hit with a 22, niggas gettin' plucked
G-22 with his ass, with, 22
G-22 really sent 22
Niggas keep talkin' like they bulletproof
Better be with your stick when I run into you
This shit gettin' real, but I'm playin' it cool
I can't say what I know, I just do what I do
These niggas be watchin', tryna do what I do
It's a hundred or better, we go on a move
Its 100 or better we go on a mission
2-tone stick and that bitch on my hip
G-19 X came with a grip, yea, nigga don't slip
Nigga, you better not trip
Ain't beefing with niggas, them niggas just frisk
If I come off the hip, that nigga getting hit
He tried to throw the oop, but I'm on defense
He tried to do it, but you know he got picked
We up on the score, so I'm callin' the blitz
You Ain't play your position, put him on the bench
This shit gettin' wicked, gotta keep it stick
These niggas be trippin', gotta take a trip
These niggas be iffy, gotta keep it stick
I don't care if you tight, you still gettin' hit
I told her come here, cause I'm lovin' her lips
She do what I say, so I bought her some hips
Lil' bro did the mission, I threw him a stick
The 9 or the 5th, and I can't even pick
Too many sticks in the whip
Niggas be bluffin' like shit
Caught him down bad, got hit by a brick
Got hit by a brick, I know he was sick
Caught him down bad, got hit by a bus
Shit that we toting, might blow up a truck
He said that its up, then nigga its stuck
You playin' with my brother, nigga then you fucked
I got 12 on my line, put the iron In the cut
Got shot in his mind, that boy got plucked
These niggas be late, I know they outta luck
These niggas be late I know they outta luck, yeah
Nah Fr
You beefing with us then we ain't playing fair
You beefing with us then a nigga get spanked
I'm smoking on pressure, I filled up my tank
Got hit in the head, can't get back up
I whip out the iron, that nigga backed up
Got hit with a 9 and shawty got plucked
Can't leave out the spot, its the first of the month
The junkies, they comin' I'm giving them crunch
We sendin' them hollows, they packin' a punch
I bag up the work, I ain't packin' no lunch
He think that he bulletproof, he gon' get touched
Got hit with a 22, niggas gettin' plucked
G-22 with his ass, with, 22
G-22 really sent 22
Niggas keep talkin' like they bulletproof
Better be with your stick when I run into you
This shit gettin' real, but I'm playin' it cool
I can't say what I know, I just do what I do
These niggas be watchin', tryna do what I do
It's a hundred or better, we go on a move
Its 100 or better we go on a mission
2-tone stick and that bitch on my hip
G-19 X came with a grip, yea, nigga don't slip
Nigga, you better not trip
Ain't beefing with niggas, them niggas just frisk
If I come off the hip, that nigga getting hit
He tried to throw the oop, but I'm on defense
He tried to do it, but you know he got picked
We up on the score, so I'm callin' the blitz
You Ain't play your position, put him on the bench
This shit gettin' wicked, gotta keep it stick
These niggas be trippin', gotta take a trip
These niggas be iffy, gotta keep it stick
I don't care if you tight, you still gettin' hit
I told her come here, cause I'm lovin' her lips
She do what I say, so I bought her some hips
Lil' bro did the mission, I threw him a stick
The 9 or the 5th, and I can't even pick
Too many sticks in the whip
Niggas be bluffin' like shit
Caught him down bad, got hit by a brick
Got hit by a brick, I know he was sick
Caught him down bad, got hit by a bus
Shit that we toting, might blow up a truck
He said that its up, then nigga its stuck
You playin' with my brother, nigga then you fucked
I got 12 on my line, put the iron In the cut
Got shot in his mind, that boy got plucked
These niggas be late, I know they outta luck
These niggas be late I know they outta luck, yeah
Nah Fr
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