Back Up - BIG TYMERS



(feat. Gilly, Juvenile)

[Baby]

Aight nigga

Fuck it

We did it once we gon do it again

Hot Boy forever bitch

Lets ride nigga



[Gilly]

B-I-G-T-Y-M-E-R-S

Birdman wit the homie Mannie Fresh

And Juvenile so you clowns don't arrest

Let's do it



[Baby]

Got a Bentley wit the tags with the millionaire cash

Two million on the ice with that gun in my hand

Got the beat on the streets and we movin the slaya

Porsche truck lift up and a four door Jag

Uptown money spots niggas countin they cash

No rules in this game niggs doin they thang

See me watchin for the people cuz they ready to slang

Blowin dro' in Bahamas so that pineapple plate

Couldn't give us six cars for the money we make

I'm the king of the chrome get the fuck out my face

I'm the sun, I'm the moon, I'm the Benz, I'm the whips

I'm the crib, I'm the mouse quiet up in this bitch

Smoothe baller 22s in they hip

Smoke dro minks, haze and a spliffs

I'm in the heat of the cloud that's how it's goin down

A D-boy getting cheddar and I'm from uptown



[Chorus - Gilly]

Always poppin never stoppin

Glocks cockin, body droppin

Colla poppin, nigga knockin

Everybody give me space, back up

Everybody give me space, back up

Always poppin never stoppin

Glocks cockin, body droppin

Colla poppin, nigga knockin

Everybody give me space, back up

Everybody give me space, back up



[Mannie Fresh (Gilly)]

(Why you got that gun nigga?) Cuz I can

Woke up in the club with the bitch in my hand

Everybody lay down, stay down

I'm bout to spit this mothafuckin hay round

There's one nigga I'm lookin at (you about



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