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Yeah-ho, back up
Yeah-ho, back up
Yeah-ho, back up
Yeah-ho, back up off me
Yeah-ho, back up
Yeah-ho, back up
Yeah-ho, back up
Yeah-ho, back up off me
Yeah-ho, back up
Yeah-ho, back up
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Yeah-ho, back up off me
Yeah-ho, back up
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Yeah-ho, back up off me
So I walks in the club
I say what's up
See this girl and this bruh
I said what's up
So I step to em close (what?)
I say what's up
Now I pulled him by his shirt (yes!)
I said what's up
Now he's runnin', runnin' and runnin' away me
Dippin' through the crowd tryin' to grease some Hennessy
I told that nigga, don't try to flee, don't try to flee
Now I'm 'bout to break him down on in the knees (yes!)
I see his boys (and uh) his other boys (and uh)
Some more of his friends (but um), I'm in it to win
So I rush and tackle boy (you did what?) I punished boy (yes!)
I broke the leg of boy (what?), ain't no one knowing
Here he comes again, the Crusher takin' him out, no doubt
We on the dance floor, but we don't dance no more
We out to take him down like that
Nigga step up, get laid-on your back!
Yeah-ho, back up
Yeah-ho, back up
Yeah-ho, back up
Yeah-ho, back up off me
Yeah-ho, back up
Yeah-ho, back up
Yeah-ho, back up
Yeah-ho, back up off me
Yeah-ho, back up
Yeah-ho, back up
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Yeah-ho, back up off me
Yeah-ho, back up
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Yeah-ho, back up off me
The venue set (yes!), I'm ready for action
(Motherfucker!) Bitch niggas, attack son (what?)
Run 'em up, get your life taken son
Then pose with these fists, with these face it'd be bricks
Ya'll niggas want it, your expectations high
I watch the blood skeet from your eye
Throw them bos, fuck them hoes
Throw them bos, fuck them hoes
Bitch niggas came with a heart as soft as putty gold
We them street hustlers pimpin', simpin' and dippin'
Grindin' for our papers in the trap while y'all sleeppin'
Calicos through the head of any nigga that's trippin'
You wanna fight? Bring your weapons and ammunition!
Tech Nine's and Calicos, and, uh
We them niggas that beat 'em, breakin' hoes (bitch!)
Fuck them niggas
Fuck them niggas
Fuck them niggas
Fuck them niggas
Fuck them niggas
Fuck them niggas
Fuck them niggas
Fuck them niggas
Yeah-ho, back up
Yeah-ho, back up
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Yeah-ho, back up off me
Yeah-ho, back up
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Yeah-ho, back up
Yeah-ho, back up off me
Yeah-ho, back up
Yeah-ho, back up
Yeah-ho, back up
Yeah-ho, back up off me
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Yeah-ho, back up off me
Get off my back hoe, oh watch your ass hoe
In these streets, me creeps so stand back hoe (huh)
And put them pistols in the sky
Bringing 'em all, we finna ride
To my Southside, fuck hoe, get it off your mind
Then put it back up fo I bust my Nine
Better act up or just quit tryin'
Cuz, ya put up what's mine
Just the way he stopped that crying
And back up hoe, we strapped up hoe
If you ain't 'bout no drama then back up, fo
Yeah-ho, back up
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Yeah-ho, back up off me
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Yeah-ho, back up off me
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Yeah-ho, back up off me
Yeah-ho, back up
Yeah-ho, back up
Yeah-ho, back up
Yeah-ho, back up off me