Back Up lyrics

Artist  : Big Tymers 
Song : Back Up



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[Baby]
Aight nigga
Fuck it
We did it
once we gon do it again
Hot Boy forever
bitch
Lets ride
nigga

[Gilly]
B-I-G-T-Y-M-E-R-S
Birdman
wit the homie Mannie Fresh
And Juvenile so you
clowns don't arrest
Let's do
it

[Baby]
Got a Bentley wit the tags
with the millionaire cash
Two million on the
ice with that gun in my hand
Got the beat on
the streets and we movin the slaya
Porsche
truck lift up and a four door Jag
Uptown money
spots niggas countin they cash
No rules in this
game niggs doin they thang
See me watchin for
the people cuz they ready to slang
Blowin dro'
in Bahamas so that pineapple plate
Couldn't
give us six cars for the money we make
I'm the
king of the chrome get the fuck out my face
I'm
the sun, I'm the moon, I'm the Benz, I'm the
whips
I'm the crib, I'm the mouse quiet up in
this bitch
Smoothe baller 22s in they
hip
Smoke dro minks, haze and a spliffs
I'm
in the heat of the cloud that's how it's goin
down
A D-boy getting cheddar and I'm from
uptown

[Chorus - Gilly]
Always poppin
never stoppin
Glocks cockin, body
droppin
Colla poppin, nigga
knockin
Everybody give me space, back
up
Everybody give me space, back up
Always
poppin never stoppin
Glocks cockin, body
droppin
Colla poppin, nigga
knockin
Everybody give me space, back
up
Everybody give me space, back
up

[Mannie Fresh (Gilly)]
(Why you got
that gun nigga?) Cuz I can
Woke up in the club
with the bitch in my hand
Everybody lay down,
stay down
I'm bout to spit this mothafuckin
hay round
There's one nigga I'm lookin at (you
about to get it flat)
Everybody else just back
back
Bustin, fussin, yellin,
cussin
Fightin, bitin, niggas got to
rustilin
Throwin big chairs, pushin down
stairs
Disrespectin hos pullin out weave
hairs
But this one ho nobody know pull out the
fo fo
Made niggas lay it down on the
floor
That's when the police came
The fire
engine truck and the ambulance
Bitch still
bustin shots like Jesse James
Big Money
Heavyweight nigga I ain't playin
The bitch was
trill caught two to the grill
One in the head
damn lil' one dance
Shake!

[Chorus -
Gilly (Juvenile)]
Always poppin never
stoppin
Glocks cockin, body droppin
Colla
poppin, nigga knockin
Everybody give me space,
back up
Everybody give me space, back
up
Always poppin never stoppin
Glocks
cockin, body droppin
Colla poppin, nigga
knockin (uh uh)
Everybody give me space, back
up (what what what what)
Everybody give me
space, back up (look
look)

[Juvenile]
Gimme the roovie Juvie
the shooter
Try to follow my pandemonium point
I'm gon lose ya
Look around there's some
niggas not with me
Some of them dead, some of
them doin bout 50
UTP you better stand up it's
the general
Bringin back the era of the
criminal
Look I got my own scene, got my own
scheme
Got killas so basically I'm doin my own
thing
I drive a 7-6-0 strapped up waitin at the
light for the hero
It's kinda hot outside
niggas done shot blue eyes
That's fucked up
cuz my connect dropped me 5
I'ma excersize my
right to get this cheese
I don't have to put
in work nigga my bitch will squeeze
I ain't
positive I'm a black man
So watch your mouth
playa cuz you can catch a back
hand
Heh!

[Chorus - Gilly]
Always
poppin never stoppin
Glocks cockin, body
droppin
Colla poppin, nigga
knockin
Everybody give me space, back
up
Everybody give me space, back up
Always
poppin never stoppin
Glocks cockin, body
droppin
Colla poppin, nigga
knockin
Everybody give me space, back
up
Everybody give me space, back up