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back up - bally slatt lyrics

[intro] ballyslatt
(cloudy beatz)
if they fl!ck they lights, they got a chase comin’
before they take my life, i’ll face some’
pull up, skraa*fraah, i’ll face some’
[one n*gga jump stupid even say some’?]
huh, huh
it’s a glock 43, but, it hold 50
glock 43, can it hold switchy?, huh, hmm

[verse 1] big haulin
to tell the truth, y’all can’t f*ck with me
think this ain’t the truth, n*ggas really know what’s up with me
pull up, big jeff in that truck with me
chase a n*gga down, put a dub in ‘em
jeans hot as h*ll, but, it’s a dub in ‘em
fell out with my n*ggas, ain’t no love in me
i’ll never need a b*tch, i just love money
and my plug love me
and this otr sh*t stuck with me
huh, pull up broad day like, “what’s up with it?”
i heard it’s 40 on my head, tell ‘em come with it
still playin’ with that blender havin’ fun with it
i got a bag, remember i ain’t had none’
we don’t subtract, all we do is add up
and now it’s flatscreens when i back up
yo’ n*gga broke, he can’t get his bag up
now i really get excited every time i mask up
so tell the police come and zip that bag up
i got tired of falling off, i had to run my bag up
i get prescribed to smoke opps ‘cause i f*cked my back up
[verse 2] ballyslatt
oh, huh
flatscreen, dash*cam on when i back up
haulin call me once, i’ma pull up, act up
red flag, bape hoodie, 50 on the smack, tucked
n*ggas switch up for the ‘gram, go get yo’ likes up
f*ck around and catch these .223’s, f*ck a right hook
calmed down for a minute, but, i’m back slidin’
n*ggas talkin’ ‘bout the gang, them n*ggas still dyin’
red flag, bape hoodie, 50 on a 43
can stand next to the opps and they still can’t get ahold of me
i’ll slide on anybody, ain’t no hoe in me
said i’ll slide on anybody, ain’t no hoe in me
bae, you know i’m on yo’ side, just be one hunnid with me
and my [?], n*ggas ain’t f*ckin’ with me
f*ck around, how you upload a dub, all pink fifties?
if i slide, f*ck a glock, i need all semi’s
and we don’t jugg ride no more, we slide off the hillys
f*ck around and turn her out, nickname timmy
my brothers up dogsh*t, never had stimmy
huh, they know if i ball, they gon’ ball with me

[outro] ballyslatt
shoot out with them bullets broad day, n*ggas know it’s up
we gon’ slide until somebody die, that’s how they know it’s us
n*ggas don’t have to run they mouth when that glizzy tucked
when i tell my boys blow they gun, they won’t give me up
i don’t wanna tell the truth, i ain’t gon’ lie baby
trynna set me up, you really trippin’ off the za, baby
hope you know you gon’ die with them n*ggas
gon’ be headed to the sky with them n*ggas, ohh
(let me hear that sh*t)

- bally slatt lyrics

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