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Back Up

Bob, ya head to this

Bob, yo head to that

Bob, ya head to thisThey say I'm crazy but they can't faze me

Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause I be thuggin' see

I'm just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy

I test 'em up boy, 'cause I don't give a fuck boyNow, back the fuck up

Throw ya hood up

Back the fuck up

Now nigga whatBack the fuck up

Throw ya hood up

Back the fuck up

Now nigga whatI ain't trippin' naw, nigga never

Any kind of weather, wind or whatever

I'm way too clever, status too lifted

Talented and gifted, we tossed it, I pitch it

A hog in the dog, ball, fall and ball

Touch all of y'all, duck off in the fogSippin', a lil' tipsy, like Nipsy, fortune teller said it look bad

She was a gypsy, mean like fiend, a gangsta, nawha mean?

Underground, tell I'm under the ground, get the mainstream

Pistol packin', totin', smokin' cuttin', throatin', soldier

I told ya, back up Rova, it's overThey say I'm crazy but they can't faze me

Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause I be thuggin' see

I'm just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy

I test 'em up boy, 'cause I don't give a fuck boyWatch me flippa, flippa, treat em' like a doubie

Roll it and spin it fast, just like a Oozie

Ain't gone let it blues me, let nothin' get to me

Come back hard and star in my own movieIf ya think ya know me man, you don't know me

I done seen it all and done it all, ain't nothin' you can show me

I roll with high rollers and purse snatcha's

Cut boys, homie that still cause throw backa'sB.G. Skeeza's that count cheese and hold keys

Screamin' C, please let me see ya enemies

I keep it real like Murda dog and black dog

I'm attack dog, waitin' to jack and whack y'allThey say I'm crazy but they can't faze me

Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause I be thuggin' see

I'm just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy

I test em' up boy, 'cause I don't give a fuck boyBack the fuck up

Throw ya hood up

Back the fuck up

Now nigga whatBack the fuck up

Throw ya hood up

Back the fuck up

Now nigga whatRidin' down the wrong way down a one way on a Sunday

With a A.K., with the base hay, wildin' out, wildin' out boy

With a pocket full of stones, I'm in the zone

Do the gangsta walk, do the gangsta bounce

Now show ya gold's boy, mean mug that fool

Now show ya gold's boyThey say I'm crazy but they can't faze me

Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause I be thuggin' see

I'm just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy

I test em' up boy, 'cause I don't give a fuck boyBack the fuck up

Throw ya hood up

Back the fuck up

Now nigga whatBack the fuck up

Throw ya hood up

Back the fuck up

Now nigga whatOnce again, you have been listening to

An XL and C-murder collaboration

Ya know, I told him, if he get me the vocals

I could hook him up, ya heard me

Holla, holla, holla, holla

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