Auxxk, Deademane - Bag Back

Текст песни

Hold up
Back up
Bag back
Nigga where dey find me
Foaming at the mouth
Geeking for that action
Red flower, when I get to trippin
Bloody shower, show you the beginning
Niggas sell they soul, for a fucking listen
Vice grip cold, niggas end up missing
Niggas balling hard, wit no pot to piss in
Asking where da bait, but dey fuvking all da vixens/
Get da fuck up my business
You ain’t fucking wit dis menace
Feeling froggy have you senseless
This ain’t forgger, you won’t make it
Turn this to a scene a taken
Tippy toing wit some caution
Fuck I know you hear me coughing
Never slipping, always coffee
All these fuckers, tryna off me
Tryna slay me, that’s a often
Coming spiteful, check my rifle
Got ya baby looking stifled
She just took another eyeful
Now she falling like effiel
She love
A real nigga IQ
She love
How I just haiku
Let me mark you wit dis check
Foamposites on your chest
Kinda different than the rest
If you see it then you rest
Always dumping, never bless
Asking questions, nigga next
Time coming, wit no flex
Put yo bitch up in this vex
Now she tryna have sex
Felt da pistol, now she wet
Treat dat pussy like a vet
Used to fade me in da back
Keep da ganja in a back
Nigga watch me, never lack
(hook)
Hold up
Back up
Bag back
Rest up your vocals that shit sounding lame
No fucks for your claims, you looking for stain
You fuck wit my gains, I turn you to stain
Da fuck is these bama’s doing
Aloofer den patrick ewing
Dey worried bout who i’m fooling
Dat money look real congruent
Been stepping my influence
Don’t lecture me
Blessing the
Beat
Wit my symphony
Scenically ending the
Questions, gossiping
Hoessiping
Niggas be talking like bitchs
Running they mouth but i really don’t get it
No witness, no witness
Dez boy looking shitty
I fuck on yo on ya bitty
Les get to gritty
Young nigga
Ya shitty
Calling me dante, i’m cleaning up hell
Calling me gohan, a danger to frail
Pray for ya self, imma send you to hell
7 more shots, imma set you a sail
7 more shots turn your body to brail
Body can’t function, no reference details
Feeling ya head, wit all these tales
Nigga don’t loaf
Dat shit gross
Do the most
All this boast
For you ghost
You ain’t ghost
You a roach
You ain’t close
Don’t approach
Keep a vik up on my shelf
I need that for health
Gated the entrance
But fuck did you think
The king of the auxx
So I know my shit stink
Don’t get it construed
You end up wit l’s
Shading my name