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letra de back baby - topfloorericc

i’m back
ooh
yeah

i’m applying pressure, got my foot on necks
that a big flex
i’m rolling with bosses and street execs
you rolling with rejects
i stay getting paid it’s a reflex
it feel like i need checks
my lil bro go crazy when he off the xans
he popping them sh-ts like he depressed
i’m applying pressure with the big drip
rolling in cash i got big strips
my lil bro loco when he off the xannies think he might pop out with the big clips
applying pressure, big drip
rolling in money, big strips
at the table couple stacks, i’m a young rich boy with some big chips
d-mn

skipping classes cause i wanted bands
hit the strip i did the running man
we was learning bout the money money all that other sh-t i just don’t understand
2020 i become a man
’21 i want a hundred grand
going up and if you wanna come with me you better know it ain’t no f-cking chance
i’m on a island
it ain’t no way you can find it
yeah i’m with the pilot
on the plane i got my phone on silent
and when i be flying
feel like a shooting star i got my diamonds
when the sun hit right through the window you might see me shining
rolling by myself you best not to try me
it don’t take too much to make me go grimy
it’s just me and lucy right on my waist and that b-tch a 40 yeah i keep her beside me
me and brodie that’s my slime we so slimey
and i know that boy will never defy me
if i tell him get the strap then it’s get the strap, he might aim at his dimepiece
and i don’t condone the collateral damage but if it’s war then it’s war
and if he gonna speak on my name then hit the crib he better lock up the doors
cause he think it’s safe cause i left the county, now i’m the hottest on the shore
but i might still come back and apply more pressure than i did before

if you tryna start a problem then i’ma really make an issue
and i ain’t talking bout magazines, but i got a magazine ready that b-tch tryna hit you
we ain’t got beef in the street but if brodie tryna hit one then he get two
that’s what happen when you tryna start sh-t, i hope your mama gonna miss you
this ain’t a gang this a campaign
no hood sh-t, we sip champagne
young rich kids and we can’t complain
i’m a bougie boy on a rampage
bro send a shot at his fitted
wish he was on the front but he on the last page
i told my bro soon as he get out the pen, he gonna be dripping backstage
and i don’t know why i’m going so hard
i don’t know why i got no heart
but i get so high i send a postcard
way up top but it get so dark
on the beat i feel like mozart
no matter what i’m living so large
big money like i’m in the ozarks
aye i’m back baby
i’m bout to pop like i’m jack baby
white boy on the track but i snap baby
white boy but i know how to rap baby
white boys say i’m tryna be black baby
but i’m that baby
no matter what i’ma tap in
no matter what i’ma act crazy
and that’s that baby

- topfloorericc

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