[Verse 1: SiR]
Uh, I be deletin' my contacts, nobody locked in the new phone
Pullin' up in somethin' two-tone, lookin' like I'm 'bout to do wrong
Come within twenty-five feet, you might get high off a contact
I tried to pay her a compliment, she took it all out of context
Don't get me wrong, I do not mean any harm, all of these charms on my arm
It ain't a song, if I ain't passing the blunt, then we are not getting along
Demons too strong, but you knew that
Run up on my niggas, we might leave y'all niggas blue, black
[Chorus: Kent Jamz]
Niggas talkin' shit, but I'ma back it up
Uh, back it up
Had your girl listenin' to Juvie, uh, back it up
Friday in the club
Said I drove right past her, then I backed it up
Fuck an Uber, pull up to my condo
Niggas talkin' shit, but I'ma back it up
In the studio, I'm on the liquor, we ain't have no Rémy
[Verse 2: Childish Major]
Like, like, down 85 and them folks out, this could get a ticket
I met her at spin through one of her friends, she slid, then beggin' for dickin'
Older and bolder, that mind and that ass, she
Spillin' all out of them pants, queen
I do it and wreck it
Young as the fuck, you respect it, though
Check out my bills and my back mean
Usin' a place to grow bags, fees
I squat on the ground, damn
She got a whole fam, sheesh
Should've been done now
Shit, might as well have fun now
I get such a rush now
You went a hush to a bustdown
[Chorus: Kent Jamz]
Niggas talkin' shit, but I'ma back it up
Uh, back it up
Had your girl listenin' to Juvie, uh, back it up
Friday in the club
Said I drove right past her, then I backed it up
Fuck an Uber, pull up to my condo
Niggas talkin' shit, but I'ma back it up
In the studio, I'm on the liquor, we ain't have no Rémy, ayy
[Post-Chorus: Kent Jamz]
Back it up, back it up, back it up
Back it up, back it up, back it up
Back it up, back it up, back it up
Back it up, back it up, back it up
[Verse 3: Guapdad 4000]
Nigga, back up for what? (What?)
I won't waste one minute (Yeah)
Takin' time out my day (Uh)
To impress these bitches for what? (Huh?)
And they still'll be astonished, yeah
Honestly, I got problems, yeah
I don't lie, I just chill
But I still hurt feels 'cause hoes say I keep it too real
I snap like lean, rock
Fried chickenhead, that's a Wingstop (Right)
If she wasn't 'round for the steez drop
Wouldn't buy the bitch a Ring Pop
And she still take the bait and she run it back
That's a sweet life, call up Cody, Zack
Harrison County, that's facts about me, nigga, ask about me
[Chorus: Kent Jamz]
Niggas talkin' shit, but I'ma back it up
Uh, back it up
Had your girl listenin' to Juvie, uh, back it up
Friday in the club
Said I drove right past her, then I backed it up
Fuck an Uber, pull up to my condo
Niggas talkin' shit, but I'ma back it up
In the studio, I'm on the liquor, we ain't have no Rémy, ayy
[Post-Chorus: Kent Jamz]
Back it up, back it up, back it up
Back it up, back it up, back it up
Back it up, back it up, back it up
Back it up, back it up, back it up
