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back up - 408darwin lyrics

[intro: 408darwin]
haha
ay, b*tch wanna take me for granted
i gotta choppa, a stick and planning on walking to fith and imma make em’ vanish
b*tch wanna give me some slop
but she need to stop cause i’m not showing affection
i pull a drop on [?]
and i’m dropping the block like we playin’ tetris

[chorus: 408darwin]
back up, back up
no i do not f*ck with you
my racks up, racks up
just made bout a buck or two
blast off, nasa
they goin see me on the moon
this is what you asked for
f*ck n*gga we gunnin’ too
[verse 1: 408darwin]
f*ck n*gga we gunnin’
brand new drum and h*lla hundred
i got n*ggas who will hit em’
if i sent him then he done it
hold up, n*gga why you runnin’?
we already shot your cousin
you was talkin’ all that sh*t up on the gram, now you don’t want it?
i know homicides don’t arise
got n*ggas in 305’s
n*gga you is a p*ssy
you ain’t wit it, can see it in your eyes
chillin’ with yo granny, smokin’ cookies, i’m goin let her ride
feel like handy manny with them toolies, let that hammer slide
my choppa been feigning b*tch, i’ve been feelin’ it
you wanna test me, i ain’t wanna feed a b*tch
choppas been shootin’, you see how i’ve been heatin’ it
bullets don’t miss on the dot, they be eating it
feedin’ you, feedin’ you, n*gga we eating too
hit a bill n*gga we sparkin’ like pikachu
[?] i’m undefeatable
blast these, blast these, boy i deleted you
two twin chops in the back of the drop top
smoke on ops, but he died in a hotbox
we got an op, n*gga he hit the muf*ckin’ foxtrot
feelin’ like a war when the whole f*ckin’ block shot
raw dog, n*gga rocked up like schnitzel
all block rollin’ around there with a pistol
99′ finna goin catch me a victim
99′ finna goin catch me a victim
[chorus: 408darwin]
back up, back up
no i do not f*ck with you
my racks up, racks up
just made bout a buck or two
blast off, nasa
they goin see me on the moon
this is what you asked for
f*ck n*gga we gunnin’ too

[verse 2: grim jay]
yeah we gunnin’ too
got him in my sights
hit yo brother and your partner too
knock up on his door, hit em’ up
yeah what it do?
slid down on his block, poppin’ shots
movin’ really smooth
cause now i made him dance, thought he hit a groove
he hit me up, askin’ me, “what’s the f*ckin’ move?”
f*ck texting b*tch, i’m tired of this textin’
boy thought he tough, guess he ain’t learned his lesson
pull up on them haters ass with a smith & wesson

- 408darwin lyrics

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