Chuck Inglish - Back Up (Remix) lyrics

rate me

feat. Travis Scott

Back up, let me get my shit back

And if it’s like that then let’s scrap in nigga

Facts, I’m nice with these hands jack

In the ngn grand with my dogs shooting craps

Roll the dice, close my eyes, then a 7, then a 9

Raise side of the sweet, hit 11 courtside

Big time, now I mean, what’s good, what you selling?

Big gold rings on my hands like the champions

In the Hamptons

Hey, what’s happening? Montox, silly ass like a captain

Bossing up then busting down like I’m trapping

Pushing side drop top south like a phantom

Rapping ass nigga in that little ass jacket

If the shoe fits wear it,

If I said then I said it

The original, live sports, wear trainsetter

Y’all ain’t bring shit back man, you niggas no better

Back up, I’m gone, let me get my shit back, back up

Back up, I’m gone, let me get my shit back, back up

Back up, I’m gone, let me get my shit back, back up

Back up, get up, damn like I’m trapping

Back up, I’m gone, let me get my shit back, back up

Back up, I’m gone, let me get my shit back, back up

Back up, I’m gone, let me get my shit back, back up

Back up, get up, damn like I’m trapping

We leaders of the future, fuck the past

I fucked her head first, and ass last

Before I see that hearse, you trash bags

Might as well call the church, you say hela late

She wanna be home before the gast up

I told her beat your drum, shut the fuck up

Made it too far from home, for me to not up

So it won’t be long before I blow up

I’m with miss america in bulgaria

She left with that parrier, it might barrier ya

She say I’m too mysterior for her caterier

Sorry if I luminate ya over there

Wake up to smell the paint

Only scott and chucky make it rain

So why you stupid fucks you be ashamed

The young gods of the game

Back, back, back, back, this is baghdad

Quicksand trap, this is that inner back of dough

It’s me and travis though, xx driving slow

Ss 4 by 4, lift this off the floor

Halley hensoed up, feather bubble hands so

Clean it if I wash it cold, this is what the foss is for

Nigga, don’t get wet, springle a little bit

This is all you get

Back in this shit like a toilet

Still on the front, on the clothes doing laundry

Wyat frame cartiers, catch me at the party

It’s cool if you want it, but you know you something started.