"Back Up" lyrics
SOLOINDAWN
(Yeah, yeah)
(Got a hitta on my left and my best friend, I'm gon fight for them)
(Back 'gain on the percs, it's like 5 AM)
Back 'gain, on the percs again, bitch, I'm back up (Back on the thotty, woo)
I ain't ever trust a soul, bitch, you gotta back up (Woo)
Ridin' round in the Lamb, I done did a chase from the cops (Skrrt)
Everytime they drop an album, all they music pancakin', flops
Yeah, fuck a thot (Yeah)
I got Gucci on my flip, Gucci on my flop (Flop)
Big diamonds, I got big rocks
I got money comin' in, and it never stops (Uh-uh)
Poppin' out in public— (Uh-uh)
Poppin' out in public, then it flops
Dead people comin' through, yeah, in the building, yeah
They wanna dance on the kid (Yeah)
Rack (Yeah)
Tom and Jerry, you a rat (Yeah)
Yeah, can't fuck with the feds, silent (Uh, yeah)
I got a bitch going flat (Uh, huh)
I want the devil to crash (Hey)
In the crib, it got fourteen days (Ha)
On the jet, I can stretch with my legs (Ha)
Got the gun, gon' fill it with lead (Ha)
Slidin', slidin'
In the Urus, they ridin', no Cat (Skrr)
I just pulled up, then doubled the Mac (Luh Mac)
I got paid off, and then my expense (Huh)
All of my brothers, they rich just to flex (Luh flex)
All of my diamonds, my neck (Luh neck)
Call up Lil Uzi, what's next
Told 'em I'm droppin an album, it's R.I.P.'s (Wraps, huh)
Back 'gain, on the percs again, bitch, I'm back up (Woo)
I ain't ever trust a soul, bitch, you gotta back up (Woo)
Ridin' round in the Lamb, I get in a chase from the cops (Skrrt)
Everytime they drop an album, all they music pancakin', flops
Yeah, fuck a thot
I got Gucci on my flip, Gucci on my flop
Big diamonds, I got big rocks
I got money comin' in, it never stops (Uh-uh)
Poppin' out in public— (Uh-uh)
Poppin' out in public then it flops
Dead people comin' through, yeah, in the building, yeah
They wanna dance on the kid (Yeah)
Rack (Yeah)
Tom and Jerry, you a rat (Yeah)
Yeah, can't fuck with the feds, silent (Uh, yeah)
I got a bitch going flat (Uh, huh)
I want the devil to crash (Hey)
In the crib, it got fourteen days (Ha)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Got a hitta on my left and my best friend, I'm gon fight for them)
(Back 'gain on the percs, it's like 5 AM)
Back 'gain, on the percs again, bitch, I'm back up (Back on the thotty, woo)
I ain't ever trust a soul, bitch, you gotta back up (Woo)
Ridin' round in the Lamb, I done did a chase from the cops (Skrrt)
Everytime they drop an album, all they music pancakin', flops
Yeah, fuck a thot (Yeah)
I got Gucci on my flip, Gucci on my flop (Flop)
Big diamonds, I got big rocks
I got money comin' in, and it never stops (Uh-uh)
Poppin' out in public— (Uh-uh)
Poppin' out in public, then it flops
Dead people comin' through, yeah, in the building, yeah
They wanna dance on the kid (Yeah)
Rack (Yeah)
Tom and Jerry, you a rat (Yeah)
Yeah, can't fuck with the feds, silent (Uh, yeah)
I got a bitch going flat (Uh, huh)
I want the devil to crash (Hey)
In the crib, it got fourteen days (Ha)
On the jet, I can stretch with my legs (Ha)
Got the gun, gon' fill it with lead (Ha)
Slidin', slidin'
In the Urus, they ridin', no Cat (Skrr)
I just pulled up, then doubled the Mac (Luh Mac)
I got paid off, and then my expense (Huh)
All of my brothers, they rich just to flex (Luh flex)
All of my diamonds, my neck (Luh neck)
Call up Lil Uzi, what's next
Told 'em I'm droppin an album, it's R.I.P.'s (Wraps, huh)
Back 'gain, on the percs again, bitch, I'm back up (Woo)
I ain't ever trust a soul, bitch, you gotta back up (Woo)
Ridin' round in the Lamb, I get in a chase from the cops (Skrrt)
Everytime they drop an album, all they music pancakin', flops
Yeah, fuck a thot
I got Gucci on my flip, Gucci on my flop
Big diamonds, I got big rocks
I got money comin' in, it never stops (Uh-uh)
Poppin' out in public— (Uh-uh)
Poppin' out in public then it flops
Dead people comin' through, yeah, in the building, yeah
They wanna dance on the kid (Yeah)
Rack (Yeah)
Tom and Jerry, you a rat (Yeah)
Yeah, can't fuck with the feds, silent (Uh, yeah)
I got a bitch going flat (Uh, huh)
I want the devil to crash (Hey)
In the crib, it got fourteen days (Ha)
Writer(s): Noah Smith, Robert Jurado
