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Back up letra


Back 'gain, on the Percs again
Bitch, I'm back up back on the thotty (woo)
I ain't ever trust a soul
Bitch, you gotta back up (woo)
Ridin' 'round in the Lamb'
I done did a chase from the cops (skrrt)
Every time they drop an album
All they music pancakin', flops

Yeah, fuck a thot (yeah)
I got Gucci on my flip
Gucci on my flop (flop)
Big diamonds, I got big rocks
I got money comin' in
And it never stops (uh-uh)
Poppin' out in public (uh-uh)
Poppin' out in public, then it flops

Dead people comin' through
Yeah, in the building
Yeah, they wanna dance on the kid (yeah)
Rack (yeah)
Tom and Jerry, you a rat (yeah)
Yeah, can't fuck with the feds, it's said (huh, yeah)
I brought a bitch on a flat (huh, yeah)
I went and doubled the cred' (ha)
In the crib, it got fourteen beds (ha)
On the jet, I can stretch me my legs (ha)
Point the gun, and I'ma fill it with lead (ha)

Slatt (slatt)
Slatt (slatt)
In the Urus, they ridin', no Cat (skrrt)
I just pulled up and doubled the MAC (luh MAC)
I got bread on me, baby, it's fast (huh)
All of my brothers, they rich just to flex (luh flex)
All of my diamonds, my neck (luh neck)
Call up Lil Uzi, what's next?
Told 'em I'm droppin' an album, it's wraps
Wraps, yeah
Wraps, yeah

Back 'gain, on the Percs again
Bitch, I'm back up back on the thotty (woo)
I ain't ever trust a soul
Bitch, you gotta back up (woo)
Ridin' 'round in the Lamb'
I done did a chase from the cops (skrrt)
Every time they drop an album
All they music pancakin', flops

Yeah, fuck a thot (yeah)
I got Gucci on my flip
Gucci on my flop (flop)
Big diamonds, I got big rocks
I got money comin' in
And it never stops (uh-uh)
Poppin' out in public (uh-uh)
Poppin' out in public, then it flops

Dead people comin' through
Yeah, in the building
Yeah, they wanna dance on the kid (yeah)
Rack (yeah)
Tom and Jerry, you a rat (yeah)
Yeah, can't fuck with the feds, it's said (huh, yeah)
I brought a bitch on a flat (huh, yeah)
I went and doubled the cred' (ha)
In the crib, it got fourteen beds (ha)
On the jet, I can stretch me my legs (ha)
Point the gun, and I'ma fill it with lead (ha)

Slatt (slatt)

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