Back It Up
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye, RT TRAP ON THE BEAT
If you talk a lot of shit to me you betta back it up
Oh you bouta shake that ass huh you betta back it up
I remember selling gram for gram Yeah sack it up
It's like my hands covered in Saran the way I wrap shit up
Please don't cap if you bouta spit a damn rap
I really hate that shit delete it that recording wack
I closed my fist then opened it
My hand preparing for a slap
I thought ol' girl was a producer how she made it clap
I sent my bro to get some weed did he make it back?
Aye this bag kinda short like bro did you take a sack?
Cuz if you did I need to know before I call my plug
And tell him that I'm missing a 3.5, Yes I weigh my drugs
This bitch tryna be a dude i call her stud
I had three people always came to me With a dub
And every trip they expected I'd show some love
You can get this point 2 with a side of a shoulder shrug
I'm tryna fuck bitch I don't need a shoulder rub
And you the type to just do anything for her love
I knew what the focus was from the jump from the start out
Ain't no juice in that gallon it's a bitch who poured her heart out
Iron on me I just brought Tony stark out
I can make you see the light while it's dark out
I don't really do features with a lot of Niggas
Cuz If I find out you telling it ain't shit to take yo part out
If you talk a lot of shit to me you betta back it up
If you talk a lot of shit to me you betta back it up
If you talk a lot of shit to me you betta back it up
If you talk a lot of shit to me you betta back it up
Bro high as fuck that's how i know that the meds work
Im running money up thats probably why both my legs hurt
I wasn't sitting on my ass I was putting in legwork
Nigga try to rob me before he do it he'll be dead first
If I ain't running how the fuck you gone catch me then
My bro mad at me because of the mess we in
I ain't got no problem running over two or three pedestrians
I'll see you face to face I ain't got time for the messaging
Fuck all that mumble let's go head and bring the rap back
I don't need a writer Nigga I won't rap that
If you talk a lot of shit to me I'm hoping you can back that
It's all dogs around me you can take yo cat back
If you talk a lot of shit to me you betta back it up
If you talk a lot of shit to me you betta back it up
If you talk a lot of shit to me you betta back it up
If you talk a lot of shit to me you betta back it up
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye, RT TRAP ON THE BEAT
If you talk a lot of shit to me you betta back it up
Oh you bouta shake that ass huh you betta back it up
I remember selling gram for gram Yeah sack it up
It's like my hands covered in Saran the way I wrap shit up
Please don't cap if you bouta spit a damn rap
I really hate that shit delete it that recording wack
I closed my fist then opened it
My hand preparing for a slap
I thought ol' girl was a producer how she made it clap
I sent my bro to get some weed did he make it back?
Aye this bag kinda short like bro did you take a sack?
Cuz if you did I need to know before I call my plug
And tell him that I'm missing a 3.5, Yes I weigh my drugs
This bitch tryna be a dude i call her stud
I had three people always came to me With a dub
And every trip they expected I'd show some love
You can get this point 2 with a side of a shoulder shrug
I'm tryna fuck bitch I don't need a shoulder rub
And you the type to just do anything for her love
I knew what the focus was from the jump from the start out
Ain't no juice in that gallon it's a bitch who poured her heart out
Iron on me I just brought Tony stark out
I can make you see the light while it's dark out
I don't really do features with a lot of Niggas
Cuz If I find out you telling it ain't shit to take yo part out
If you talk a lot of shit to me you betta back it up
If you talk a lot of shit to me you betta back it up
If you talk a lot of shit to me you betta back it up
If you talk a lot of shit to me you betta back it up
Bro high as fuck that's how i know that the meds work
Im running money up thats probably why both my legs hurt
I wasn't sitting on my ass I was putting in legwork
Nigga try to rob me before he do it he'll be dead first
If I ain't running how the fuck you gone catch me then
My bro mad at me because of the mess we in
I ain't got no problem running over two or three pedestrians
I'll see you face to face I ain't got time for the messaging
Fuck all that mumble let's go head and bring the rap back
I don't need a writer Nigga I won't rap that
If you talk a lot of shit to me I'm hoping you can back that
It's all dogs around me you can take yo cat back
If you talk a lot of shit to me you betta back it up
If you talk a lot of shit to me you betta back it up
If you talk a lot of shit to me you betta back it up
If you talk a lot of shit to me you betta back it up
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Writer(s): Christain Riley
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