Back up, I need me some space fore I act up
She said she a fan and all, but she don't know none of my songs
I f*ck and then dip, is that wrong
The bitch keep on textin' my phone
I stay gettin' racks on my own
One day I'm gon' make it, I swear I'll be at the top
I'm screamin' free all of my brothers and f*ck the cops
Ridin' around in an AMG, uh-huh Smokin' on THC like uh-huh
Masked up, I'm ready to slide, no backup She said she don't smoke at all
But she gonna do it for me I'm at my best off a bean
No, I can't text off E She givin' head for free
Back up, I need me some space before I act up
She said she a fan and all, But she don't know none of my songs
I f*ck and then dip, is that wrong
The bitch keep on textin' my phone
I stay gettin' reps on my own
Bitches thought I was the plug Cause I came with the bud
No, I ain't showin' no love three-zero for the three-five
I grew up on the east side I remember when my heart died
Now I got hella racks, Spend a 50 and I'm makin' it back
What the f*ck was that
That was a sign of the tec, I'm on they neck
Show me some competition, Gon' disappear like magician
Got a whole lot of ambition Baby, hold on, would you listen
Back up, I need me some space before I act up
She said she a fan and all, But she don't know none of my songs
I f*ck and then dip, is that wrong
The bitch keep on textin' my phone
I stay gettin' racks on my own
Back up, I need me some space before I act up
She said she a fan and all, But she don't know none of my songs
I f*ck and then dip, is that wrong
The bitch keep on textin' my phone
I stay gettin' racks on my own
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Back up, I need me some space fore I act up
She said she a fan and all, but she don't know none of my songs
I f*ck and then dip, is that wrong
The bitch keep on textin' my phone
I stay gettin' racks on my own
One day I'm gon' make it, I swear I'll be at the top
I'm screamin' free all of my brothers and f*ck the cops
Ridin' around in an AMG, uh-huh Smokin' on THC like uh-huh
Masked up, I'm ready to slide, no backup She said she don't smoke at all
But she gonna do it for me I'm at my best off a bean
No, I can't text off E She givin' head for free
Back up, I need me some space before I act up
She said she a fan and all, But she don't know none of my songs
I f*ck and then dip, is that wrong
The bitch keep on textin' my phone
I stay gettin' reps on my own
Bitches thought I was the plug Cause I came with the bud
No, I ain't showin' no love three-zero for the three-five
I grew up on the east side I remember when my heart died
Now I got hella racks, Spend a 50 and I'm makin' it back
What the f*ck was that
That was a sign of the tec, I'm on they neck
Show me some competition, Gon' disappear like magician
Got a whole lot of ambition Baby, hold on, would you listen
Back up, I need me some space before I act up
She said she a fan and all, But she don't know none of my songs
I f*ck and then dip, is that wrong
The bitch keep on textin' my phone
I stay gettin' racks on my own
Back up, I need me some space before I act up
She said she a fan and all, But she don't know none of my songs
I f*ck and then dip, is that wrong
The bitch keep on textin' my phone
I stay gettin' racks on my own
She said she a fan and all, but she don't know none of my songs
I f*ck and then dip, is that wrong
The bitch keep on textin' my phone
I stay gettin' racks on my own
One day I'm gon' make it, I swear I'll be at the top
I'm screamin' free all of my brothers and f*ck the cops
Ridin' around in an AMG, uh-huh Smokin' on THC like uh-huh
Masked up, I'm ready to slide, no backup She said she don't smoke at all
But she gonna do it for me I'm at my best off a bean
No, I can't text off E She givin' head for free
Back up, I need me some space before I act up
She said she a fan and all, But she don't know none of my songs
I f*ck and then dip, is that wrong
The bitch keep on textin' my phone
I stay gettin' reps on my own
Bitches thought I was the plug Cause I came with the bud
No, I ain't showin' no love three-zero for the three-five
I grew up on the east side I remember when my heart died
Now I got hella racks, Spend a 50 and I'm makin' it back
What the f*ck was that
That was a sign of the tec, I'm on they neck
Show me some competition, Gon' disappear like magician
Got a whole lot of ambition Baby, hold on, would you listen
Back up, I need me some space before I act up
She said she a fan and all, But she don't know none of my songs
I f*ck and then dip, is that wrong
The bitch keep on textin' my phone
I stay gettin' racks on my own
Back up, I need me some space before I act up
She said she a fan and all, But she don't know none of my songs
I f*ck and then dip, is that wrong
The bitch keep on textin' my phone
I stay gettin' racks on my own
Writer: Seth Hayden
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