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lirik lagu back up – band up

[intro]
(produced by cre8)
grra, bah, bah
yeah, uh, uh, uh
whole lotta gang sh*t, yeah (band up)
whole lotta band up sh*t
ayy, f*ck the opps, man, ha

[chorus]
you not your own man, always callin’ for back up
run down on that n*gga, he givin’ that sack up
momma like, “boy, you got drugs in my house?”
uh, yeah, “well, you need to pack up”
he said he gon’ rob me, i cracked up
he could purp if he want, but that n*gga get passed up
first grade, n*gga went to school, used to act up
we got beef with the opps, they not likin’ this match up
ha, yeah, give me that
run up a check, buy my momma a jimmy bag
this not they month, f*ck yo’ momma like jimmy dad
he claim he don’t know me, my mother, he been a fan
and he pulled up with some gas in a mini*van, yeah, uh, uh
and he pulled up with some gas in a mini*van, yeah, uh, uh

[verse 1]
wockhardt, n*gga steady sippin’ on good drank
i hang with some n*ggas, i know that they don’t think
trap phone buzzin’, but your phone, it don’t ring
she wan’ be my wife, but i can’t give her no ring
you can’t make the cut, so you watch from the nosebleed
two [?] b*tches, the same as a trophy
i know when i speak that they gon’ listen closely
they heard all my songs, so they feel like they know me, uh
stop all that bluffin’, bruh
you made a few plays, now you feel like you somethin’, bruh
n*ggas be hatin’, they see that i’m comin’ up
send me a beat, b*tch, you know i’ma f*ck it up
three zips in the classroom, nah, i can’t fumble, nah
last l!ck in the bathroom, i’m ’bout to punch it, uh
for a feat’, i won’t ask you, ’cause i never wanted one
white plug, call him matthew, but i think he ran for trump, uh
when i heard he was tippin’, he lost me
she see how i’m comin’, she can’t get up off me
what i spent on my re*up to him, that sh*t cost me
“always be real, never fold”, father taught me, uh
when i heard he was tippin’, he lost me
she see how i’m comin’, she can’t get up off me
what i spent on my re*up to him, that sh*t cost me
“always be real, never fold”, father taught me, uh
[chorus]
you not your own man, always callin’ for back up
run down on that n*gga, he givin’ that sack up
momma like, “boy, you got drugs in my house?”
uh, yeah, “well, you need to pack up”
he said he gon’ rob me, i cracked up
he could purp if he want, but that n*gga get passed up
first grade, n*gga went to school, used to act up
we got beef with the opps, they not likin’ this match up
ha, yeah, give me that
run up a check, buy my momma a jimmy bag
this not they month, f*ck yo’ momma like jimmy dad
he claim he don’t know me, my mother, he been a fan
and he pulled up with some gas in a mini*van, yeah, uh, uh
and he pulled up with some gas in a mini*van, yeah, uh, uh

[verse 2]
i was down bad, n*ggas won’t tryna help me
i was dressin’ in black just so i could be stealthy
please don’t diss in your raps, boy, that sh*t is not healthy
i ain’t stop givin’ pressure until them boys felt me
ooh, uh, he mad now
purp if he want, but i bet he won’t spaz out
got some dummies around, just incase i won’t crash out
and he upset, he like, “b*tch, i’ma flash out”
we know he the l!ck so we set him up
walk down, run down, smoke him like angel dust
i ain’t even try take it from him ’cause he give it up
they took my style, i ain’t even try change it up
i’m lackin’, please don’t try play, we gon’ light you up
she beggin’, she want the d*ck, i’ma pipe her up
finesse him, if he found out, he gon’ fight you, bruh
he think it’s sweet, well, i got a surprise for him, uh
[outro]
and that’s what he get just for tryin’ him
yeah, uh, uh
whole lotta gang sh*t, yeah
whole lotta band up sh*t
hrr, bah, bah, bah, bah

- band up

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