Back Up Cal Scruby

[Hook]
Back up, you too close you need to back up
We've been rolling up the backwoods
This blunt is not filled with tobacco
Chop the top on that da capo
Press the button watch it act up
I'm the one that other rappers
Let them also make a master

[Verse 1]
But pussy don't make you the man
Neither does poppin' the bands
Or talking follows on the gram
I know they sleeping, if I see another kid napping then I'll make them get in the van
Maybe sedan, uh, maybe someday, you wake up drunk in the trunk of a wraith
Hollywood Boulevard bumping the bass
I love it just look at the look on my face
They got me jogging in place
I'm bout to run out of patience
I see you running my place
Ooh, that's a cute imitation
This is a new simulation
No longer stuck in the matrix
I do not fuck with the playlist, fuck all the radio stations

[Hook]
Back up, you too close you need to back up
We've been rolling up the backwoods
This blunt is not filled with tobacco