Back Up
You already know what the fuck going on, It's EZ Ice, Creekside
You ain't 'bout it you gotta back up, for real, let's go
You should back up, you won't last yuh, you ain't really bout that life I'm friends with Casper
That's my dead friend, he that ghost bro, in that phantom, he got good smoke
Last memory, Six Double zero bro, bumping SD, talking Gun Smoke
Puffin' Cali, in Jalisco, puffin' OG, he dodge a RICO
And I ball out, with a foreigner, we go all out take him to the coroner
I had drugs in my socks on the corner, and I was really in the field playing Corner
Fourth Quarter, pass it to Korver, he in the corner right against the border
Gon' spark it, like a mortar, with precision ain't with the Law and Order
I see snakes in the grass I'ma cut em out
See that shorty shaking ass I'ma fuck her mouth
I been smoking all this grass all up in the house
While she drawing circles with it like a roundabout
I see snakes in the grass I'ma cut em out
See that shorty shaking ass I'ma fuck her mouth
I been smoking all this grass all up in the house
While she drawing circles with it like a roundabout
Move with precision, like a sniper
Made my decision, yah I'm Finna pipe her
Yo thot a hater, well she could fight her
I like 'em nasty, no I ain't a liar
You should back up, you won't last yuh, you ain't really bout that life I'm friends with Casper
That's my dead friend, he that ghost bro, in that phantom, he got good smoke
Last memory, Six Double zero bro, bumping SD, talking Gun Smoke
Puffin' Cali, in Jalisco, puffin' OG, he dodge a RICO
See the jakes pull up through the peephole
Cut the snakes out the grass got my people
And the fakes try to ask for my trees bro
And she caked up her ass is for the streets bro
I got day ones something like my kinfolk
It's EZ Ice I ain't talking bout a rink though
You want beef like Zelda we gon' Link hoe
You want beef like Zelda we gon' Link hoe
Got a text but I left that shit on read
I was ditching class just to get a little meds
In the past, I was up and running ducking all the feds
Fast forward to the present, getting to the bread
You should back up, you won't last yuh, you ain't really bout that life I'm friends with Casper
That's my dead friend, he that ghost bro, in that phantom, he got good smoke
Last memory, Six Double 0 bro, bumping SD, talking Gun Smoke
Puffin' Cali, in Jalisco, puffin' OG, he dodge a RICO
Sheeesh
You already know what the fuck it is man
Only the real
You ain't 'bout it you gotta back up, for real, let's go
You should back up, you won't last yuh, you ain't really bout that life I'm friends with Casper
That's my dead friend, he that ghost bro, in that phantom, he got good smoke
Last memory, Six Double zero bro, bumping SD, talking Gun Smoke
Puffin' Cali, in Jalisco, puffin' OG, he dodge a RICO
And I ball out, with a foreigner, we go all out take him to the coroner
I had drugs in my socks on the corner, and I was really in the field playing Corner
Fourth Quarter, pass it to Korver, he in the corner right against the border
Gon' spark it, like a mortar, with precision ain't with the Law and Order
I see snakes in the grass I'ma cut em out
See that shorty shaking ass I'ma fuck her mouth
I been smoking all this grass all up in the house
While she drawing circles with it like a roundabout
I see snakes in the grass I'ma cut em out
See that shorty shaking ass I'ma fuck her mouth
I been smoking all this grass all up in the house
While she drawing circles with it like a roundabout
Move with precision, like a sniper
Made my decision, yah I'm Finna pipe her
Yo thot a hater, well she could fight her
I like 'em nasty, no I ain't a liar
You should back up, you won't last yuh, you ain't really bout that life I'm friends with Casper
That's my dead friend, he that ghost bro, in that phantom, he got good smoke
Last memory, Six Double zero bro, bumping SD, talking Gun Smoke
Puffin' Cali, in Jalisco, puffin' OG, he dodge a RICO
See the jakes pull up through the peephole
Cut the snakes out the grass got my people
And the fakes try to ask for my trees bro
And she caked up her ass is for the streets bro
I got day ones something like my kinfolk
It's EZ Ice I ain't talking bout a rink though
You want beef like Zelda we gon' Link hoe
You want beef like Zelda we gon' Link hoe
Got a text but I left that shit on read
I was ditching class just to get a little meds
In the past, I was up and running ducking all the feds
Fast forward to the present, getting to the bread
You should back up, you won't last yuh, you ain't really bout that life I'm friends with Casper
That's my dead friend, he that ghost bro, in that phantom, he got good smoke
Last memory, Six Double 0 bro, bumping SD, talking Gun Smoke
Puffin' Cali, in Jalisco, puffin' OG, he dodge a RICO
Sheeesh
You already know what the fuck it is man
Only the real
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Writer(s): Isaac Corber
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