Back Up (Remix) Songtext
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Featuring Travis Scott
(Verse 1: Chuck Inglish)
Back up, let me get my shit back
And if it's like that then let's scrap in nigga
Facts, I'm nice with these hands jack
In the ngn grand with my dogs shooting craps
Roll the dice, close my eyes, then a 7, then a 9
Raise side of the sweet, hit 11 courtside
Big time, now I mean, what's good, what you selling?
(Verse 1: Chuck Inglish)
Back up, let me get my shit back
And if it's like that then let's scrap in nigga
Facts, I'm nice with these hands jack
In the ngn grand with my dogs shooting craps
Roll the dice, close my eyes, then a 7, then a 9
Raise side of the sweet, hit 11 courtside
Big time, now I mean, what's good, what you selling?
Big gold rings on my hands like the champions
In the Hamptons
Hey, what's happening? Montox, silly ass like a captain
Bossing up then busting down like I'm trapping
Pushing side drop top south like a phantom
Rapping ass nigga in that little ass jacket
If the shoe fits wear it,
If I said then I said it
The original, live sports, wear trainsetter
Y'all ain't bring shit back man, you niggas no better
(Hook x2)
Back up, I'm gone, let me get my shit back, back up
Back up, I'm gone, let me get my shit back, back up
Back up, I'm gone, let me get my shit back, back up
Back up, get up, damn like I'm trapping
(Verse 2: Travis Scott)
We leaders of the future, fuck the past
I fucked her head first, and ass last Before I see that hearse, you trash bags
Might as well call the church, you say hela late
She wanna be home before the gast up
I told her beat your drum, shut the fuck up
Made it too far from home, for me to not up
So it won't be long before I blow up
I'm with Miss America in Bulgaria
She left with that parrier, it might barrier ya
She say I'm too mysterior for her caterier
Sorry if I luminate ya over there
Wake up to smell the paint
Only scott and chucky make it rain
So why you stupid fucks you be ashamed
The young gods of the game
(Verse 3: Chuck Inglish)
Back, back, back, back, this is Baghdad
Quicksand trap, this is that inner back of dough
It's me and travis though, xx driving slow
Ss 4 by 4, lift this off the floor
Halley hensoed up, feather bubble hands so
Clean it if I wash it cold, this is what the foss is for
Nigga, don't get wet, springle a little bit
This is all you get
Back in this shit like a toilet
Still on the front, on the clothes doing laundry
Wyat frame cartiers, catch me at the party
It's cool if you want it, but you know you something started.
In the Hamptons
Hey, what's happening? Montox, silly ass like a captain
Bossing up then busting down like I'm trapping
Pushing side drop top south like a phantom
Rapping ass nigga in that little ass jacket
If the shoe fits wear it,
If I said then I said it
The original, live sports, wear trainsetter
Y'all ain't bring shit back man, you niggas no better
(Hook x2)
Back up, I'm gone, let me get my shit back, back up
Back up, I'm gone, let me get my shit back, back up
Back up, I'm gone, let me get my shit back, back up
Back up, get up, damn like I'm trapping
(Verse 2: Travis Scott)
We leaders of the future, fuck the past
I fucked her head first, and ass last Before I see that hearse, you trash bags
Might as well call the church, you say hela late
She wanna be home before the gast up
I told her beat your drum, shut the fuck up
Made it too far from home, for me to not up
So it won't be long before I blow up
I'm with Miss America in Bulgaria
She left with that parrier, it might barrier ya
She say I'm too mysterior for her caterier
Sorry if I luminate ya over there
Wake up to smell the paint
Only scott and chucky make it rain
So why you stupid fucks you be ashamed
The young gods of the game
(Verse 3: Chuck Inglish)
Back, back, back, back, this is Baghdad
Quicksand trap, this is that inner back of dough
It's me and travis though, xx driving slow
Ss 4 by 4, lift this off the floor
Halley hensoed up, feather bubble hands so
Clean it if I wash it cold, this is what the foss is for
Nigga, don't get wet, springle a little bit
This is all you get
Back in this shit like a toilet
Still on the front, on the clothes doing laundry
Wyat frame cartiers, catch me at the party
It's cool if you want it, but you know you something started.
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