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band up tay - back up lyrics

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intro – yeah, uh, uh, uh, whole lotta gang sh-t yeah, whole lotta band up sh-t, aye f-ck da opps man, ah

chorus – he not your man that was calling for back up, run down on that n-gg- he giving the sack up, mamma like boy you got drugs in my house (uh, yeah) well you need to pack up, he say he gon rob me, i crack up, he could purp if he want but that n-gg- gets past up, first grade n-gg- went to school used to act up, we got beef with the opps they not liking this match up (ha, yeah) gimme that, run up a check buy my mamma a jimmy bag, this they month f-ck yo mamma 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) x2]

verse 1 – walk hard n-gg- steady sippin on good drank, i hang with some n-gg-s i know that they dont think, trap phone buzzin, and then from the door ring, she wanna be my wife but i can’t give her no ring, you can’t make the cut so you watch from the nosebleed, 2 bid 2 b-tches the same as a trophy, i know when i speak they gon listen closely, they heard all my songs so they feel like they know me (uh) stop all that bluffing bruh, you made a few plays now you feel like you something bruh, n-gg-s be hating they see that im coming up, send me a beat b-tch you know ima f-ck it up, 3 zips in the cl-ssroom nah i can’t fumble (nah) last lick in the bathroom im bout to punch it, 4 feet i won’t ask you, cause i never wanted one, white plug call him matthew but i think he refatron (uh) {when i heard he was tipping he low-key, she see how im coming she can’t get up off me, when i spin on realty to him that sh-t cost me, always stay real never fold father told me (uh) x2}

verse 2 – i was down bad n-gg-s want try help me, i was dressed in all black just so i could be stealthy, im not dissing your rap boy that sh-t is not healthy, i ain’t stop giving pressure until them boys felt me (ou, uh) he mad now, purp if he want but i bet he won’t spaz out, keep some dummies around in case i won’t crash out, and he upset he like b-tch imma flash out, we go hit a lick and we set him up, walk down, run down smoke em 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, im lacking please don’t try play we gon light you up, she bagging, she want the d-ck ima pipe her up, finesse him, if he found out he gon fight you bruh, he thinks it sweet well i got a surprise for em (uh)

outro – and that’s what he gettin for trying us (yeah, uh, uh) whole lotta gang sh-t (yeah) whole lotta band up sh-t

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