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baby stone gorillas - back up lyrics

back up lyrics
[intro]
run that sh+t up, robbie (ayo, corey)

[chorus: ek!llaoffdablock]
man, back up, he talkin’ crazy, best believe we finna smack blood
strap tucked, i turned around and got my bag up
we the hottest youngins, man, who you think that’s finna pass us?
i hate them goofies that talk crazy, try to act up
i hit they block, and if they there, we finna gas up
i hit they block, and if they there, man, i’m gon’ gas up
fake friends, don’t need ’em around, i told ’em back up
chase bands, watch me and my n+ggas get our bag up

[verse 1: top5ivee]
watch me and my n+ggas go get our bag up
was thuggin’ in the trenches, took some time, i had to stack it up
i took so many chances, i took some ls, i had to test my luck
ain’t no double+backs, we stompin’ first, yeah, we gon’ bark ’em up (jay, jay)
the whole jayside trained to go, you must ain’t heard enough
free all my dogs up out that cage until they free the thugs
dissin’ on the gang, we left ’em slumped, we fill ’em up with slugs
dissin’ on the gang, we left ’em slumped, we fill ’em up with slugs (jay)
losin’ my brother, just started off with tiny madd
we was all young and reckless, sn+tchin’ chains and drivin’ fast (jay)
mr. stuntman, man, smoke up, i can throw his dreads back (jay, jay)
man, i wish a n+gga could bring all his brothers back
she wanna f+ck ’cause she see i’m all up in my bag
i need a hundred ms and i ain’t stoppin’ ’til i’m gettin’ that
i need the biggest crib, the baddest b+tch and her waist sn+tched
i like ’em kinda bougie, mean mug with a face tat (jay)
[chorus: ek!llaoffdablock]
man, back up, he talkin’ crazy, best believe we finna smack blood
strap tucked, i turned around and got my bag up
we the hottest youngins, man, who you think that’s finna pass us?
i hate them goofies that talk crazy, try to act up
i hit they block, and if they there, we finna gas up
i hit they block, and if they there, man, i’m gon’ gas up
fake friends, don’t need ’em around, i told ’em back up
chase bands, watch me and my n+ggas get our bag up

[verse 2: p4k]
gon’ slide these little foreigns when i’m slidin’ out
i totaled it, went to buy another one and then i bashed out
i’ll bring it in, bust it down then pack it up and send it out
we still slide low with dirty poles, mr. knock+him+down
two poles, catch him up, we jump, you hear that fire+fire
it’s a man down, we troopin’ after dark, i call that stand ground
bust down, a hundred twenty thousand to keep my wrist froze
big pole, we catch ’em, we k!ll ’em, i call that beast mode
we still crash foreigns, bust downs, we been blowin’ ’em back
still bleed, brash, high+speed with a strap in the stash
ski mask then bounce out, it get jiggy, i’m not lookin’ back
a baby stone built from augustside with the chunkiest tats
fitted bap, flame rag, drip and i been on they ass
i can never press the brake, b+tch, ’cause i been on the gas
fifty, sixty bands off a l!ck, you ain’t never runnin’ past
seven hundred twenties, a hundred hundreds, you ain’t never seen a bag
[chorus: ek!llaoffdablock]
man, back up, he talkin’ crazy, best believe we finna smack blood
strap tucked, i turned around and got my bag up
we the hottest youngins, man, who you think that’s finna pass us?
i hate them goofies that talk crazy, try to act up
i hit they block, and if they there, we finna gas up
i hit they block, and if they there, man, i’m gon’ gas up
fake friends, don’t need ’em around, i told ’em back up
chase bands, watch me and my n+ggas get our bag up

[verse 3: 5much]
thought that boy was a demon, he see iggy and then he back up
dopest n+gga out? shut your mouth or you’ll get bagged up
money over here, but you gon’ work to get your ass up
a hundred on the dash, push the pedal when i gas up
when there’s money on the plate, do whatever that it take
bounce out, yellow tape, duck low, switch the plates
n+gga, ain’t no lookin’ back, we them n+ggas in la
i know a ratchet+ass b+tch, she’s forever buggin’ like a raid
body bags and wreath passed, n+gga, ain’t n0body safe
he ain’t wanna give it up, i put the chopper to his face
you ain’t never blew a bag then got it back the same day
all my n+ggas go bananas, what’s a monkey to a ape?
b+tch, i miss and double back, i double back the same day
homicide, mama cries, swerve off in the bucket, ‘kay
all my n+ggas politickin’ from the park to the a
muirfield, cell block, park boys to the lanes
[chorus: ek!llaoffdablock]
man, back up, he talkin’ crazy, best believe we finna smack blood
strap tucked, i turned around and got my bag up
we the hottest youngins, man, who you think that’s finna pass us?
i hate them goofies that talk crazy, try to act up
i hit they block, and if they there, we finna gas up
i hit they block, and if they there, man, i’m gon’ gas up
fake friends, don’t need ’em around, i told ’em back up
chase bands, watch me and my n+ggas get our bag up

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