NAV, Guap Tarantino - Back It Up lyrics
NAV [Navraj Singh Goraya] Toronto, Ontario, Canada 🇨🇦
[NAV, Guap Tarantino - Back It Up lyrics]
ATL Jacob ra ra racks
Young Freebandz xO FBG
Stackin' up my cheddar, I'ma blow it all
Nothin' lasts forever
I can't go in the mall
Without a Beretta, stack my money tall
I never felt better, I done seen it all
Don't make me have to put you on my hit list
I gave my shooter a tip
Ain't leave no witness
I mix my Rick Owens with Givenchy
Bitch, I'm from the jungle like Jumanji
I can't drive a Honda, want a fast car
Pop a stormtrooper, I'm in space like NASA
At Coachella, had a threesome with a pornstar
I want a 'Bach, I want a Bentley
Might buy both cars
Told them Magic City girls to back it up
Threw like twenty-thousand ones like
Rack it up
They always see me out in traffic
I can't be touched
They don't wanna see me get my rackies up
Told them Magic City girls to back it up
Threw like twenty-thousand ones like
Rack it up
They always see me out in traffic
I can't be touched
I hated bein' broke, now I got my rackies up
Watch me blow it fast, mmm, and stack it up
I love countin' cash, mmm, I feel a rush
Spend it, make it back, mmm, now I'm back up
Spend it, make it back, mmm, now I'm back up
I put all the racks, mmm, in the duff'
I hit it from the back, mmm, that's enough
I got them rack rack racks, mmm, throw it up
And now I'm in the club, mmm, with it tucked
I just put a thot down on the rug
Young Freebandz want all the smoke like a mug
That stayed down
Went up a road on all these doves
Now I'm buyin' all this shit, just because
I jumped out that Porsche
A nigga had to risk it
I'm twenty-one, now a nigga gettin' riches
Them niggas wasn't really wit'
Me, they want it, it
We fuckin' up Magic City, got it lit, lit
I like phone home, turn them racks on
These niggas didn't know I had
The Ricky racks on
Just got a show for 50k on my trap phone
She put her ass up in the air
Turn them birds on
Told them Magic City girls to back it up
Threw like twenty-thousand ones like
Rack it up
They always see me out in traffic
I can't be touched
They don't wanna see me get my rackies up
Told them Magic City girls to back it up
Threw like twenty-thousand ones like
Rack it up
They always see me out in traffic
I can't be touched
I hated bein' broke, now I got my rackies up
Watch me blow it fast, mmm, and stack it up
I love countin' cash, mmm, I feel a rush
Spend it, make it back, mmm, now I'm back up
Spend it, make it back, mmm, now I'm back up
Ra ra racks
Young Freebandz xO FBG
Stackin' up my cheddar, I'ma blow it all
Nothin' lasts forever
I can't go in the mall
Without a Beretta, stack my money tall
I never felt better, I done seen it all
Don't make me have to put you on my hit list
I gave my shooter a tip
Ain't leave no witness
I mix my Rick Owens with Givenchy
Bitch, I'm from the jungle like Jumanji
I can't drive a Honda, want a fast car
Pop a stormtrooper, I'm in space like NASA
At Coachella, had a threesome with a pornstar
I want a 'Bach, I want a Bentley
Might buy both cars
Told them Magic City girls to back it up
Threw like twenty-thousand ones like
Rack it up
They always see me out in traffic
I can't be touched
They don't wanna see me get my rackies up
Told them Magic City girls to back it up
Threw like twenty-thousand ones like
Rack it up
They always see me out in traffic
I can't be touched
I hated bein' broke, now I got my rackies up
Watch me blow it fast, mmm, and stack it up
I love countin' cash, mmm, I feel a rush
Spend it, make it back, mmm, now I'm back up
Spend it, make it back, mmm, now I'm back up
I put all the racks, mmm, in the duff'
I hit it from the back, mmm, that's enough
I got them rack rack racks, mmm, throw it up
And now I'm in the club, mmm, with it tucked
I just put a thot down on the rug
Young Freebandz want all the smoke like a mug
That stayed down
Went up a road on all these doves
Now I'm buyin' all this shit, just because
I jumped out that Porsche
A nigga had to risk it
I'm twenty-one, now a nigga gettin' riches
Them niggas wasn't really wit'
Me, they want it, it
We fuckin' up Magic City, got it lit, lit
I like phone home, turn them racks on
These niggas didn't know I had
The Ricky racks on
Just got a show for 50k on my trap phone
She put her ass up in the air
Turn them birds on
Told them Magic City girls to back it up
Threw like twenty-thousand ones like
Rack it up
They always see me out in traffic
I can't be touched
They don't wanna see me get my rackies up
Told them Magic City girls to back it up
Threw like twenty-thousand ones like
Rack it up
They always see me out in traffic
I can't be touched
I hated bein' broke, now I got my rackies up
Watch me blow it fast, mmm, and stack it up
I love countin' cash, mmm, I feel a rush
Spend it, make it back, mmm, now I'm back up
Spend it, make it back, mmm, now I'm back up
Ra ra racks