Baby Stone Gorillas - Back Up lyrics

Run that shit up, Robbie (Ayo, Corey)

Man, back up, he talkin' crazy
Best believe we finna smack blood
Strap tucked
I turned around and got my bag up
We the hottest youngins, man
Who you think that's finna pass us?
I hate them goofies that talk crazy
Try to act up
I hit they block, and if they there
We finna gas up
I hit they block, and if they there, man
I'm gon' gas up
Fake friends, don't need 'em around
I told 'em back up chase bands
Watch me and my niggas get our bag up

Watch me and my niggas go get our bag up
Was thuggin' in the trenches, took some time
I had to stack it up


I took so many chances, I took some Ls
I had to test my luck
Ain't no double backs, we
Stompin' first, yeah, we gon' bark 'em up
(Jay, Jay) the whole Jayside trained to go
You must ain't heard enough
Free all my dogs up out that
Cage until they free the thugs
Dissin' on the gang, we left 'em slumped
We fill 'em up with slugs
Dissin' on the gang, we left 'em slumped
We fill 'em up with slugs (Jay)
Losin' my brother
Just started off with Tiny Madd
We was all young and reckless
Snatchin' chains and drivin' fast (Jay)
Mr stuntman, man, smoke up
I can throw his dreads back (Jay, Jay)
Man, I wish a nigga could
Bring all his brothers back
She wanna fuck 'cause she see I'm
All up in my bag i need a hundred Ms and I
Ain't stoppin' 'til I'm gettin' that
I need the biggest crib
The baddest bitch and her waist snatched
I like 'em kinda bougie
Mean mug with a face tat (Jay)

Man, back up, he talkin' crazy
Best believe we finna smack blood
Strap tucked
I turned around and got my bag up
We the hottest youngins, man
Who you think that's finna pass us?
I hate them goofies that talk crazy
Try to act up
I hit they block, and if they there
We finna gas up
I hit they block, and if they there, man
I'm gon' gas up
Fake friends, don't need 'em around
I told 'em back up chase bands
Watch me and my niggas get our bag up

Gon' slide these little foreigns
When I'm slidin' out i totaled it
Went to buy another one and then I bashed out
I'll bring it in
Bust it down then pack it up and send it out
We still slide low with dirty poles
Mr knock-Him-Down
Two poles, catch him up, we jump
You hear that fire-fire
It's a man down, we troopin' after dark
I call that stand ground bust down
A hundred twenty thousand to
Keep my wrist froze
Big pole, we catch 'em, we kill 'em
I call that beast mode
We still crash foreigns, bust downs
We been blowin' 'em back still bleed, brash
High-speed with a strap in the stash
Ski mask then bounce out, it get jiggy
I'm not lookin' back
A Baby Stone built from Augustside
With the chunkiest tats
Fitted bap, flame rag
Drip and I been on they ass
I can never press the brake, bitch
'cause I been on the gas
Fifty, sixty bands off a lick
You ain't never runnin' past
Seven hundred twenties, a hundred hundreds
You ain't never seen a bag

Man, back up, he talkin' crazy
Best believe we finna smack blood
Strap tucked
I turned around and got my bag up
We the hottest youngins, man
Who you think that's finna pass us?
I hate them goofies that talk crazy
Try to act up
I hit they block, and if they there
We finna gas up
I hit they block, and if they there, man
I'm gon' gas up
Fake friends, don't need 'em around
I told 'em back up chase bands
Watch me and my niggas get our bag up

Thought that boy was a demon
He see Iggy and then he back up
Dopest nigga out? Shut your mouth
Or you'll get bagged up money over here
But you gon' work to get your ass up
A hundred on the dash
Push the pedal when I gas up
When there's money on the plate
Do whatever that it take
Bounce out, yellow tape, duck low
Switch the plates
Nigga, ain't no lookin' back
We them niggas in LA
I know a ratchet-ass bitch
She's forever buggin' like a Raid
Body bags and wreath passed, nigga
Ain't nobody safe he ain't wanna give it up
I put the chopper to his face
You ain't never blew a bag then
Got it back the same day
All my niggas go bananas
What's a monkey to a ape?
Bitch, I miss and double back
I double back the same day
Homicide, mama cries, swerve off
In the bucket, 'kay
All my niggas politickin' from the
Park to the A
Muirfield, cell block, Park Boys to the lanes

Man, back up, he talkin' crazy
Best believe we finna smack blood
Strap tucked
I turned around and got my bag up
We the hottest youngins, man
Who you think that's finna pass us?
I hate them goofies that talk crazy
Try to act up
I hit they block, and if they there
We finna gas up
I hit they block, and if they there, man
I'm gon' gas up
Fake friends, don't need 'em around
I told 'em back up chase bands
Watch me and my niggas get our bag up