Wstrn.Conference - Back Up (feat. YoungFlakz18Hunnid)

Yea, yea I'm back up
Baby tell me slow it down, nah they gotta catch up
Ima run through it, then I get it back up (Back up)
Yea these numbers starting to add up, I'm too busy gettin these racks up
Keeping my Pockets on act up, ballin' like the answer
Nah they aint a factor, yea this paper what I'm after
Till I'm back up
Yea I'm back up
Baby tell me slow it down, nah they gotta catch up
Ima run through it, then I get it back up (Yea yea) yea I'm back up
Pulled up, pulled off, left them upset
Numbers always coming back correct
Yes sir, I secure the bag
I don't run my mouth, rather run up the check
I want all thats mine, I' ll take nothing less
Shit I'm never satisfied, yea I must confess
Dressed to the nine's, probably in something that ain't come out yet
It's all regular, what might look like a slight flex
When it's cooking can you measure up, Pyrex I ain't choose this
Dodger Blue Fitted, counting blue strips
Call on my phone, who's this?
Knock on the door, gotta watch how I move can't be foolish
Seen plenty lose it all, tryna ball and be the star
And I'm all about my Washington's, I'm John Wall
They just tryna scrimmage
And everyday game day, don't you forget it
While you really out here tryna get it
Only thing that keep on changing is the address and the digits
And the feeling that I give em, every time that I did it
Yea yea, I did it
Yea I'm back up
Baby tell me slow it down, nah they gotta catch up
Ima run through it, then I get it back up
Yea these numbers startin' add up, I'm too busy gettin these racks up
Keepin' my pockets on act up, ballin' like the answer
Nah they aint a factor, yea this paper what I'm after
Till I'm back up
Yea I'm back up
Baby tell me slow it down, nah they gotta catch up
Ima run through it, then I get it back up (Yea)
Leia's World, yea I'm back up
Look
They counted me out, now they counting me in
I remember all them cold nights I was locked in the pen
They said I wouldn't be nothing, now they be bumping my shit
I don't worry 'bout a bitch that be giving me lip
I keep my mind on my money and a gun on my hip
If you playin with my chips then your ass gone get hit
I get teary eyed every time I think of my sis
I wish she was physically here so she could witness this shit
Cuz they say I'm coming up now, now I'm back up
Pussy boy you know I'm strapped up, you should back up
I went and got some money so I had to get my racks up
I'm riding through the city and they sayin' I'm the man now
My momma calls my phone and she says I make her so proud
She know I smoke good cuz she say I smell so loud
Round for round, pound for pound
I'm the king of this throne now
You know how I get down whenever I come around
Got me feeling like PAC now, beamer with the top down
Yea I'm back up
Baby tell me slow it down, nah they gotta catch up
Ima run thru it, then I get it back up
Yea these numbers starting add up, I'm too busy gettin these racks up
Keepin' my pockets on act up, ballin' like the answer
Nah they aint a factor, this paper what I'm after
Till I'm back up
Yea I'm back up
Baby tell me slow it down, nah they gotta catch up
Ima run through it then I get it back up back up
Yea I'm back up

Written by:
Jeffers Lara, Marcos Panduro

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