[Verse 1: Chuck Inglish]
Back up! Let me get my shit back
And if it's like that then let's scrap then nigga
Facts, I'm nice with these hands, jack
In the MGM Grand with my dogs shooting craps
Rolling dice, close my eyes, hit a 7 then a 9
Ringside, in a suite, hit 11, courtside
Big time n'ahmean, what's good, what you selling?
Big gold rings on my hands like the champions
In the Hamptons, its what's happening
Montauk sailing yachts like a captain
Bossing up then bussing down like I'm trapping
Pushing SAAB drop tops out like a Phantom
Rapping ass nigga in that little ass jacket
If the shoe fits, wear it, if I said it then I said it
The original live sportswear trendsetter
Y'all ain't bring shit back, man you niggas know better
[Hook x2: Chuck Inglish]
Back up, let me get my shit back, back up
Back up, let me get my shit back, back up
Back up, let me get my shit back, back up
Back up, down like I'm trapping
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
We leaders of the future, fuck the past
I fucked her head first, and ass last
Before I see that hearse, you trash bags
Might as well call the church, it's a hell alert
She wanna be home before the dust up
I told her "bitch you grown, shut the fuck up"
Made it too far from home, for me to nut up
So it won't be long before I blow up
I'm with Miss America in Bulgaria
She left with dat bear, yeah I might tear ya
She say I'm too mysterior for her caterier
Sorry if I luminate ya over there
Wake up and smell the paint
Only Scott and Chuck can make it rain
So all you stupid fucks should be ashamed
The young gods of the game
Back up! Let me get my shit back
And if it's like that then let's scrap then nigga
Facts, I'm nice with these hands, jack
In the MGM Grand with my dogs shooting craps
Rolling dice, close my eyes, hit a 7 then a 9
Ringside, in a suite, hit 11, courtside
Big time n'ahmean, what's good, what you selling?
Big gold rings on my hands like the champions
In the Hamptons, its what's happening
Montauk sailing yachts like a captain
Bossing up then bussing down like I'm trapping
Pushing SAAB drop tops out like a Phantom
Rapping ass nigga in that little ass jacket
If the shoe fits, wear it, if I said it then I said it
The original live sportswear trendsetter
Y'all ain't bring shit back, man you niggas know better
[Hook x2: Chuck Inglish]
Back up, let me get my shit back, back up
Back up, let me get my shit back, back up
Back up, let me get my shit back, back up
Back up, down like I'm trapping
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
We leaders of the future, fuck the past
I fucked her head first, and ass last
Before I see that hearse, you trash bags
Might as well call the church, it's a hell alert
She wanna be home before the dust up
I told her "bitch you grown, shut the fuck up"
Made it too far from home, for me to nut up
So it won't be long before I blow up
I'm with Miss America in Bulgaria
She left with dat bear, yeah I might tear ya
She say I'm too mysterior for her caterier
Sorry if I luminate ya over there
Wake up and smell the paint
Only Scott and Chuck can make it rain
So all you stupid fucks should be ashamed
The young gods of the game
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