Текст песни Up in the Back - YvngCrow , Baby Basile

Find me
Up in the back
I heard your new shit
Man I ain't fuckin with that
Talking bout the same bitch
And I know she ain't bad
You bought her Gucci bag
Yo that shit's kinda sad
Find me
Up in the back
They heard my new shit
Man they fuckin with that
Talking bout new racks
And I know that they stacked
Got hella nice raps
Making beats and all that

If ima kill you on a beat
Then I guess this is the one
If ima kill you on a beat
Then I guess I'll have some fun
How your girl leave you
For a fucking bum
That's me
I been living in the backseat
She ride me like a taxi
Go ahead and ask me
How'd you come up and then pass me
Crazy
I use to look to you for guidance
Then you took to fuckin silence
I won't submit into violence
But this record gon be violent
Why you gotta be so spineless
Gave you all my trust and timing
Even shared my gin and juice
Now the only time I'm looking
You can't even tell the truth
It's so evident
Ima be more famous than the president
Ever been
Servin up the medicine
Crashin on your couch
I could go midwest
Or I could bring it down south
Like your girl do with her mouth

Find me
Up in the back
I heard your new shit
Man I aint fuckin with that
Talking bout the same bitch
And I know she aint bad
You bought her gucci bag
Yo that shit's kinda sad
Find me
Up in the back
They heard my new shit
Man they fuckin with that
Talking bout new racks
And I know that they stacked
Got hella nice raps
Making beats and all that

All that
Motherfuckers didn't know I could rap
Trynna make a couple stacks
See me whippin the jag
And when you catch me at a show
I be up in the back
Put my new shit on
Cause they fuckin with that
I see that you lack
I know that you wack
I stay movin
Roll up in the lac
And use it in fact you losin
No matter what I do
These other suckas see a nuisance
I do this
New year
Motherfucker who's this
Baby I don't wanna die today
Too late
Now I guess I'm trynna find my place
Maybe I just wanna fly away
Fuck it all
You can see I'm on my grind today
Aye
Baby I don't wanna die today
Too late
Now I guess I'm trynna find my place
Maybe I just wanna fly away
Fuck it all
You can see I'm on my grind today

Find me
Up in the back
I heard your new shit
Man I aint fuckin with that
Talking bout the same bitch
And I know she aint bad
You bought her gucci bag
Yo that shit's kinda sad
Find me
Up in the back
They heard my new shit
Man they fuckin with that
Talking bout new racks
And I know that they stacked
Got hella nice raps
Making beats and all that

Making million dollar moves
And barely scraping by on twenties
Young and in his twenties
Can envision all of plenty
We always copping Fendi
Every time we get to spending
That's a lie
That's a joke
I rock willy skate co
Check the chain around my throat
Iced out and I'm feelin cold
Leave you frozen in the snow even trynna cop it
The reason you couldn't stop it
I got eyes that been watchin
The routes that you been walkin
All the states you been crossing
You pursue a better life
Looking to find better options
This the million dollar madness
Put me down on the case
Whether it's xannies and depression
Or ridicolas cage
Just give it some play
Take this shit to my grave
Buried next to you career
And that's right while I'll stay

Find me
Up in the back
I heard your new shit
Man I ain't fuckin with that
Talking bout the same bitch
And I know she ain't bad
You bought her Gucci bag
Yo that shit's kinda sad
Find me
Up in the back
They heard my new shit
Man they fuckin with that
Talking bout new racks
And I know that they stacked
Got hella nice raps
Making beats and all that