ATM Kace - Back Up Lyrics

For a hoe got a 30 round mag
100 round drum for her man
'Case he wanna act up 'case he wanna act tough
Lay the pussy right where he stand
Niggas Betta back up Betta call for back up
I'm a whole army one man
And I got a plug on the phone overseas
Told me my shit just hit land
Put the dope on a drone had to buy a new phone
I can tell the feds on my trail
I ain't never ever had a plan fall through
My shit bulletproof won't fail
All I get is wins nigga all I get is wins nigga here come hold this L
Duckin' and dodgin' the law if I get caught
You know I got bail
Finnessin and juggin' for pay
Outside from dark to the day
Designer Gucci my frame
My baby she drippin' in saint
Both of my son got gold chain
Run up get wet up like paint
ATM cause so much pain
ATM pimp wit the cane
ATM all in the bank
ATM all in the game
ATM all in yo lane
For a hoe got a 30 round mag
100 round drum for her man
'Case he wanna act up 'case he wanna act tough
Lay the pussy right where he stand
Niggas Betta back up Betta call for back up
I'm a whole army one man
And I got a plug on the phone overseas
Told me my shit just hit land
I'm a whole army one man
Yeah
Lay the pussy right where he stand
Yeah
If he wanna act up if he wanna act tuff
Automatic Mac one hand
Yeah
Leave a nigga laying in the sand
Yeah
9mm each hand
Yeah
Lac tinted out got damn
Yeah
Panaramic roof got damn
Yeah
Finna pop out finna blow more cloud
I'm right here chillin' wit a stripper
We was on a cruise to the a
Then she pull her phone out
Start showin' naked pictures
Got to the telly and she pull her ass out
Got damn I was thinking bout hittin' a
Then I said naw cuz I don't know what the bitch look like without no filter
For a hoe got a 30 round mag
100 round drum for her man
Case he wanna act up case he wanna act tough
Lay the pussy right where he stand
Niggas Betta back up Betta call for back up
I'm a whole army one man
And I got a plug on the phone overseas
Told me my shit just hit land
I got a lot of guns I got his and hers
I got a 9mm and another that fit in her purse
When I go to the studio i know that I'm bout ta body a verse
When my shit drop all you rapping ass niggas I promise gone be put in hearse
I ain't been broke in a minute and all these niggas is still doin' worse
Condition is critical
On top of the Pinnacle
I got so much money you think that's it's printable
You broke and it's pitiful
I got so much money from spittin' the syllables
Flow inimitable
For a hoe got a 30 round mag
100 round drum for her man
Case he wanna act up 'case he wanna act tough
Lay the pussy right where he stand
Niggas Betta back up Betta call for back up
I'm a whole army one man
And I got a plug on the phone overseas
Told me my shit just hit land
Land
And I got a plug overseas told me my shit just hit land