"Back Up" lyrics

"Back Up"
(feat. Offset)

Listen
What's brackin'? You know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, real nigga, whole lot of money
Haha, what you think got—
Nigga, hold on, hold up, hey
Hahaha

I'm smokin' dope, bitch (Slatt)
Smokin' dope, bitch (Yeah, hol' up)
I'm smokin' dope, bitch (Yeah, hol' up)
Smokin' dope, bitch
I'm from South Atlanta, ho
I got money then I went West Coast (Hol' up, what? What? What? What?)

Uh, I'm like 2Pac
Nigga, I got two Glocks (Buh-buh)
You want what? Hol' up
You want what? What?
Bentley coupe, yeah
Shawty gon' fuck 'cause she know she cool (Smash)
Got the cash like, ooh
I could buy your bitch, I could buy her a coupe (What?)
I could buy them blocks (Yeah)
I could buy them blocks, I could buy your goons (Skrrt-skrrt)
I'm in Westside (Yeah)
With Big P, bitch, some big Pirus

Hahaha
Quarter mil', what's brackin', nigga?
Tryna—fuck you talkin' 'bout?
You know what I'm sayin'
29 shit, nigga, Flame Gang for real, nigga
29, bitch (And she cold)
Turn up, hol' up
(And she cold)
Check it out

Back up (What?)
Back up
Back up (What?)
Back up (What?)
Back up
Back up (Beep, what?)
Back up (Yeah)
Back up
Back up
Back up (And she cold, hold on)
Back up
Back up (Back up)
Back up (Woo, woo, woo)
Back up (Offset)

Racks up (Racks)
Chopper back up
There go 12, stashin' the dope, go put the pack up (Stash the dope)
Diamonds act up (Ice)
Pull up in the spot in the tarantula (Skrrt-skrrt)
Dirty my Fanta up
Sold-out dates on the calendar (Hey, hey)
Two doors, two seats (Two, two)
Up my status, elite (Up my status)
My drip unique (Drip)
Over a quarter in the Brinks (Over a quarter)
My gang, they shoot, they eat (Grrah)
She gon' fuck on the gang for free (Gang)
I'ma blow out the brain then breathe (Blow it)
I got drip, the sauce, the seasoning (Sauce)
Smokin' on cook', I'm wheezin' (Woo)
Hop out the drop, creatures (Drop)
Whitestone, I'll bleach you (White)
Saint Laurent, I'll teach you (Hey)
Chopper bite, it eat you (Bite)
Double on my Wraith (Wraith)
It got the stars with the features (Stars)
See it with the beam
It hit you far, make it reach you (Where you goin'?)
Hold the stick like a guitar and it's lethal

Back up (What? And she cold), back up
Back up (What?), back up (What?)
Back up, back up
Back up, back up
Back up, back up (And she cold, hold on)
Back up, back up
Back up, back up

I'm smokin' dope, bitch (Slatt)
Smokin' dope, bitch (Yeah, hol' up)
I'm smokin' dope, bitch (Yeah, hol' up)
Smokin' dope bitch
I'm from South Atlanta, ho
I got money, then I went west coast (Hol' up)
I'm from South Atlanta, ho
I got money, then I went west coast (Hol' up)


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