Mobstyles - Back Up

Aye we running this track we running this beat
They obviously don't want this shit (Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye)
Aye, Aye, Aye
Bitch
Talk to em
Talk to em
Mobstyles
Bitch back up
Oh you up to sumn can't play me no baby no nada
Bitch back up
Just don't test me if you ass do not want no problems
Click clack bust
I got the choppa and I'll let that shit sing if I gotta
Don't care where you from
Fuck yo bloodline don't care bout ya mama and papa
Everybody gotta try to be the greatest
Yea everyone gotta put one on the line
Till them lines intertwine
Turns into grapevine
Turns into red wine
And it got me drunk of these niggas
Cant reach my height, I'm the pillar
Like they hoes small yea they cool with lil figures
Me I need em thick yea I see the bigger picture
Oh they mad but I said it tho
This that smooth shit nigga you already know
This was something the game wasn't ready for
This some fuck knocking we kicking down the door
This that seasoning we are oregano
Where's my cougar shout to Ms Larreta tho
If I say sumn you already know
3Ls niggas know who I do it for
You know Mobstyles had to tell them hoe
You know Mobstyles had to
Bitch back up
Oh you up to sumn can't play me no baby no nada
Bitch back up
Just don't test me if you ass do not want no problems
Click clack bust
I got the choppa and I'll let that shit sing if I gotta
Don't care where you from
Fuck yo bloodline don't care bout ya mama and papa
Slowly escalating with this money I been making
I ain't got no hesitation gotta build a reputation
You don't need no explanation when I walk up in the station
I be cruising, I be moving
Like I'm from a different nation
You be goofing & drooling
That's where you're mistaken
With this dedication , I can lend some education
This is how we segregate em
Don't you know how to rap
Little nigga in back
With your ooo's and the ahh's
That is not rap,
Is this 808 too strapped
Can you get on a BoomBap
Can you really rap like that
JD Gonna Clap back,
This a Rap Trap
Grab A Map ,
Mobb Styles gone show you where the rest at
That's a fact
Bitch
Back up bitch
ouu ouu
Back up bitch
Ain't shit sweet round here
Bitch back up
Oh you up to sumn can't play me no baby no nada
Bitch back up
Just don't test me if you ass do not want no problems
Click clack bust
I got the choppa and I'll let that shit sing if I gotta
Don't care where you from
Fuck yo bloodline don't care bout ya mama and papa
BITCH you can go on i don't need you
Lil nigga stepped the wrong way
Had to bleed em
Might just run a niggas pockets for his cheese that velveeto
Now I'm riding like I wish a nigga would Liam neeson
When i walk through know they all wanna meet em
But ion shake hands nigga ion wanna greet em
Might just have to charge a couple hundred thousand for the feature
Got a nigga singing all on the track like smino
Huh
Bitch i went harder than typical
I did it all on my own individual
I had a plot to that money, residual
Gotta stack up til my chips is undippable
Do it and don't leave no trace like a stencil
Slide in and crash from the back I'll rear end u
Then tell that bitch to go back to who sent you
She just be taxing to much on my mental
She be like
Baby
Can you bust down on the AP?
BITCH
I think you got too much dip on yo chip
Can't waste no time I need that on my wrist
Don't do gun fights i resort to the fist
So they the wrong thing you get popped like a zit
I only got time for the Guap and that's it
I just got some cash and I'm making it flip
And you know i gotta skip to my lou if them racks ain't blue
Make a couple hundred spend it all on the coupe
When i finish off i put it all in ya boo
Put it all in the booth
It was long overdue
But now i stopped settling
Foot on they necks again
Knocked on the door to the top
They ain't let em in
No i just settle in
Foot on they necks and they know i ain't letting up
Now i just tell em to
Bitch back up
Oh you up to sumn can't play me no baby no nada
Bitch back up
Just don't test me if you ass do not want no problems
Click clack bust
I got the choppa and I'll let that shit sing if I gotta
Don't care where you from
Fuck yo bloodline don't care bout ya mama and papa
Bitch
We running this track we running this beat
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye

Written by:
JOVAN ANDRE SMITH, UNKNOWN WRITER

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