Back Da Fck Up (feat. free Da kid)

Shoot a drill, no b-ball
Keep two Glocks like a pair of socks
Take a risk like I'm at the casino
Two hoes wanna fuck me and Creedo
No love for these hoes
Fuck they ass and return them right back
Will never get no broke nigga, no hope
Fuck they hoes, disappear like a ghost
Like a dolphin, how I flippin them bricks
Bob the builder when I walk with them tools
Reflexes, I shoot before you
You was hiding like a treasure chest
If you made it, you jih like blessed
Blast your ass like a can of Spam
Fuck you and your mother too
No lie, your girl giving up
Fuck you niggas be thinking
I need that Glock, I be feigning
Trigger finger be itching
Spank a nigga like a delinquent
I need that cash like I'm on my last
Selling bricks like a lemon stand
Spend your block like a ceiling fan
Don't know about you, I need that cash

Yeah It's Tre in this bitch
Don't say my name and get hit
I don't play about nothing
Ask Madden, send a blitz
New Glock with a switch
30 clip in this

(bow, grraaah, bow, boom, uhm)

That's all you hear
Damn, what the fuck was that
These niggas don't know what I'm shooting
I just be toting on choppas, I just might fucking use it
Don't tempt a nigga like me
I don't even be wanting to do it
Pull your Glock, you better use it
Domestic violence, I abuse mine
I go hard for my bloodline
Threatening me, you must love dying
Fast lane, No stop sign
We gon' blow up
They can't stop this shit
It's built within us
Don't be on my dick now

I'm like, back the fuck up
Gang in this bitch and we tryna go up
Back the fuck up, nigga
Back the fuck up

I said, back the fuck up
Just back the fuck up

Back the fuck up
Just back the fuck up
They can't stop this shit
Just back the fuck up



Credits
Writer(s): Kemony Thompson, Trevon Thompson
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