BackUp

Back Up (Explicit) - Dej Loaf/Big Sean

Back up off me back up off me

Back up off me back up off me

Yah yah b**ch back up off me

You don't know me I'm too clean

I'm too holy b**ch I'm godly

I only go for real niggas who don't brag 'bout what they bought me

Cause they know I got a bag gotta f**k me up some commas

If I f**k and make you cum you got to promise not to stress me

Don't be blowin' up my phone and don't be leavin' voice messages

And I can do you right do you better than your exes

I told that ni**a to stop it he was talkin' out his necklace

See the difference with me

I never needed niggas ever

I'll leave 'em where I met 'em

I ain't trippin' off no ever

Goons in the cut try to talk you out your necklace

If you ever disrespect me p**sy don't be disrespectful

I said woo I said I know I know I know

He heard about me he was waitin' on me at the door

I said woo yeah that mink all on the floor

Used to bust the skatin' 6 to 9 come in at 4

We got glow sticks for you ho chicks

B**ch don't act like you don't know this

I'm very antisocial social network ain't my motion

I don't move like that

I sure know emotions niggas b**ches is disgustin'

Bananas with the Trojans pop that p**sy for a legend

I said woo I said I know I know I know

I said b**ch back up off me

I said woo I said b**ch back up off me

I said woo get this ni**a

I said woah yah yah b**ch back up off me

I said woah woah yah yah b**ch back up off me

I said woah woah yah yah b**ch back up off me

I said woah woah yah yah b**ch back up off me

Back up off me back up off me

I said b**ch back up off me

Back up off me back up off me

I said b**ch back up off me

Back up off me back up off me

I said b**ch back up off me

I said back up off me

I said b**ch back up off me

Back up off me they want my backs in coffins

Gets so cold in the D and they still wanna take my jacket off me

Back when I couldn't afford to get it mixed and mastered homie

My mama fronted me that money so it's no backup homie

B**ch so back up off me

Bank account look like a ballot homie yeah it's checked up

My niggas packin' you get to trippin' they unpackin' homie

Yeah I overdo it yeah that's tailored homie

Yeah I'm overdressed and ain't no salad on me

Me and DeJ together holy matrimony

Ohhh it's hard to smile and sh*t

When they ain't free Juan

I got real ones on trial and sh*t

F**k all my peers unless we talkin' bout Belle Isle and sh*t

The check is seven figures

I might try and dial the sh*t