Back It Up
He want a glock with extensions
Tell lil boy to back it up
I don't tote guns really often but that shit sound fun as fuck
Semi autos like its Fortnite, they gonna wet it up
Cant be cappin in these lyrics like damn bruh just back it up
Too many fights with the system
Fuck 12, they pick and choose
Got me charges for a baby who couldnt even take bruise
Got a couple left up on his face
I didnt know where to choose
On a come up, no trippin, unless that I dont fuck with you
Let me tell you a lil story about a bad ass jit
Making money up out his garage to get a bag real quick
Started off like ites innocent but then it took a twist
Now he pushin them nic fills
He watchin them lil bridges burn
Making money my problem like boy just back it up
I been in the whip just chilling
How am I acting up
I been wilding on the daily tryna fuck shit up
Got me charged for a beating
Got restraining orders up
Watch me come up on a verse, im gonna make shit worse
Stirring problems in this bitch, damn the spliff gotta hurt
Smoking ganja on the daily, giving shordies the blues
Suckin down my fuckin shaft, aint no ladder and shoots
Back you shit up, dont get hit up
Them boys want you in the street
Laying beaten in your boots
They wanna rock your shit to sleep
Once im on top this lil game you know we putting in that work
Like its Cheesy on the track, I got them boys going bezerk
Back yo shit up, dont get hit up
Making big old money moves
I can beat up all my opps bitch
I dont need a fucking tool
I've been wilding on these beats like damn, imma act a fool
If you was dissing on my homies imma put you on the news
I've been cooling on them lately like my fucking colour blue
You know im chilling with them snipers
Like them boys dont pick and choose
If you fuckin with me or my homies
Boy you finna lose

Lil Tyson on the track spitting to you like a clue bitch
(I aint ever claim no gang and nah, I dont bang a strap)
(But I roll like a lil trapper when its time to go attack)
(Dont test my fucking limits, imma push your shit right back)
(Take your motherfucking shoride, eat that pussy like a snack)
Tell lil boy to back it up
I don't tote guns really often but that shit sound fun as fuck
Semi autos like its Fortnite, they gonna wet it up
Cant be cappin in these lyrics like damn bruh just back it up
Too many fights with the system
Fuck 12, they pick and choose
Got me charges for a baby who couldnt even take bruise
Got a couple left up on his face
I didnt know where to choose
On a come up, no trippin, unless that I dont fuck with you
Let me tell you a lil story about a bad ass jit
Making money up out his garage to get a bag real quick
Started off like ites innocent but then it took a twist
Now he pushin them nic fills
He watchin them lil bridges burn
Making money my problem like boy just back it up
I been in the whip just chilling
How am I acting up
I been wilding on the daily tryna fuck shit up
Got me charged for a beating
Got restraining orders up
Watch me come up on a verse, im gonna make shit worse
Stirring problems in this bitch, damn the spliff gotta hurt
Smoking ganja on the daily, giving shordies the blues
Suckin down my fuckin shaft, aint no ladder and shoots
Back you shit up, dont get hit up
Them boys want you in the street
Laying beaten in your boots
They wanna rock your shit to sleep
Once im on top this lil game you know we putting in that work
Like its Cheesy on the track, I got them boys going bezerk
Back yo shit up, dont get hit up
Making big old money moves
I can beat up all my opps bitch
I dont need a fucking tool
I've been wilding on these beats like damn, imma act a fool
If you was dissing on my homies imma put you on the news
I've been cooling on them lately like my fucking colour blue
You know im chilling with them snipers
Like them boys dont pick and choose
If you fuckin with me or my homies
Boy you finna lose

Lil Tyson on the track spitting to you like a clue bitch
(I aint ever claim no gang and nah, I dont bang a strap)
(But I roll like a lil trapper when its time to go attack)
(Dont test my fucking limits, imma push your shit right back)
(Take your motherfucking shoride, eat that pussy like a snack)
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Writer(s): Tyson Brunelle
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