Lyrics Back Up - Baby Stone Gorillas

(Run that shit up, Robbie) (ayo, Corey)

Man, back up (back), he talkin' crazy, best believe we finna smack blood
Strap tucked (strap tucked), I turned around and got my bag up (man)
We the hottest youngins, man, who you think that's finna pass us? (Nobody)
I hate them goofies that talk crazy, try to act up (man)
I hit they block, and if they there, we finna gas up (boom-boom)
I hit they block, and if they there, man, I'm gon' gas up (boom-boom)
Fake friends, don't need 'em around, I told 'em back up (nah)
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 (back), he talkin' crazy, best believe we finna smack blood
Strap tucked (strap tucked), I turned around and got my bag up (man)
We the hottest youngins, man, who you think that's finna pass us? (Nobody)
I hate them goofies that talk crazy, try to act up (man)
I hit they block, and if they there, we finna gas up (boom-boom)
I hit they block, and if they there, man, I'm gon' gas up (boom-boom)
Fake friends, don't need 'em around, I told 'em back up (nah)
Chase bands, watch me and my niggas get our bag up

Gon' slide these little foreigns when I'm slidin' out (skrr)
I totaled it, went to buy another one and then I bashed out (yeah)
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 (knock him down)
Two poles, catch him up, we jump, you hear that fire-fire (fire-fire)
It's a man down, we troopin' after dark, I call that stand ground (yeah)
Bust down, a hundred twenty thousand to keep my wrist froze (yeah)

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 (ayy)
Fitted bap, flame rag, drip and I been on they ass
I can never press the brake, bitch, 'cause I been on the gas
50, 60 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 (back), he talkin' crazy, best believe we finna smack blood
Strap tucked (strap tucked), I turned around and got my bag up (man)
We the hottest youngins, man, who you think that's finna pass us? (Nobody)
I hate them goofies that talk crazy, try to act up (man)
I hit they block, and if they there, we finna gas up (boom-boom)
I hit they block, and if they there, man, I'm gon' gas up (boom-boom)
Fake friends, don't need 'em around, I told 'em back up (nah)
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 L.A. (no)
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)