OB Jowe - B@CK UP Lyrics

Back up, back up, uh-huh
Back up, back up, uh-huh
She must, want to f*ck, uh-huh
Back up, back up, uh-huh
Get your money, get your dollars, get your bags up, uh
Dude be runnin' for these mothers, he gon' bag them up
Just like pop, just like rap, I'm gon' let her top
Block that bitch, off my phone, now I'm better off
Blockin' that bitch up on my phone, I'm puttin' diamonds on my wrist
I got that bitch like Home Alone, I got Christmas, it gon' glisten
Yellow diamonds like it's piss
Everybody hating on me but I know that I ain't Chris
Poppin' pills just like they zits, pills I'm finna mix
F*ckin' on your sister, she used to f*ck up with Winx
Baby wanna ride, wanna glide, wanna link
In her walls I am inside, she gon' drip like a sink
She give brain cause she can't think
Lean in the cup, I'm finna drink, bitch, I'm on a binge
Baby and me close together like boxing, a clinch
Pockets is fatter, they stacking, yeah I'm looking, Bing
Just like Zelda, I'ma link with her, yeah she is my thing
Back up, back up, uh-huh
Back up, back up, uh-huh
She must, want to f*ck, uh-huh
Back up, back up, uh-huh
Get your money, get your dollars, get your bags up, uh
Dude be runnin' for these mothers, he gon' bag them up
Just like pop, just like rap, I'm gon' let her top
Block that bitch, off my phone, now I'm better off
I be slidin' through the night like I'm Batman, uh
Big villa with attitude I got bad manners
Shorty throating me, she sounding just like Scatman, uh
Disappear after we f*ck, wizard, bad mana
She wanna take a lil' hunnid, had to f*cking let her
Twenty-six, up in your body like you with some letters
I put green up in my body but it's not no lettuce
Forty poke you, bullets acting like a cactus
Makin' the moves, Magnus, tester
Playing madden
Cookin' on the stove, no I ain't cook in campers, Heisenberg
I'ma teach her everything, she got somethin' to learn
Back up, back up, uh-huh
Back up, back up, uh-huh
She must, want to f*ck, uh-huh
Back up, back up, uh-huh
Get your money, get your dollars, get your bags up, uh
Dude be runnin' for these mothers, he gon' bag them up
Just like pop, just like rap, I'm gon' let her top
Block that bitch, off my phone, now I'm better off