CALLING 4 BACKUP

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Draft Day] Upping my sliders, nigga, who flyer? G6, black truck, pull up on arrival Louis V luggage and the book bag Tyler Baby got that water and she lookin' like Tyla We really up I'm on fire, we gettin' higher Pour up, pass me a lighter I'm tryin' to run up these racks up (Racks) Pull up I'm backed out, I'm posted up packed out You know that I'm keepin' my gat tucked (Gat) Beatin' that motherfuckin' kitty up (Beat it up) On God, you know that we really up (On God) They love when you down at your weakest But hate when you strongest, here for the longest I got Ray Charles vision, I don't see nobody Let her jump on it shе ride me, Ducati Over hеre, we really smackin', she juked [Chorus: Draft Day] Real life player, we macked up Flexin' these motherfuckin' racks up (Racks) They duckin', they callin' for backup (They callin') They duckin', they callin' for Concrete, huh Pussy, I'm back up (Back), back up (Back) Back up (Back), back up (Back) Callin' for back up (Back), back up (Back) Back up (Ah), back up (Damn), pussy, I'm back [Bridge: Draft Day] Back, back, back Back up, back up (Ah) Back up, pussy I'm back (Pussy) [Verse 2: Dc2trill] Mr., Mr., Mr., Mr. Seal popper, deal locker Swing the door, I see wheel watchers He ran out of K, nigga, we still poppin' (Still) Everywhere we pop out, we show stoppin' Don't run up too fast, nigga, die where you stand I lean too much, I could never take stands I earned my stripes like the shoes called Stans Look on my ear, you gon' see your advance Poppin' that pussy, she do it for player Poppin' the seal, nigga, I do it for later Poppin' that pussy, she do it for player Poppin' for—, poppin' for Poppin' that pussy, she do it for player Poppin' that pussy, she do it for player Poppin' that pussy, she— Come to the spot and she ready to cater Ain't show up on time, 'cause I'm dressed in the latest Bust in her mouth, say goodbye to the baby (Goodbye) L.V. luggage, it's time to create it We had a pound, but now it's cremated They never get cash, they too filled with hatred Give me a jersey, an all-star sipper Please excuse me, can't hold my liquor If I take a Kodak, a PT pitcher [Chorus: Draft Day] Real life player, we macked up Flexin' these motherfuckin' racks up (Racks) They duckin', they callin' for backup (They callin') They duckin', they callin' for—, huh Pussy, I'm back up (Back), back up (Back) Back up (Back), back up (Back) Callin' for back up (Back), back up (Back) Back up (Ah), back up (Damn), pussy, I'm back Back, back, back Back up, back up (Ah) Back up, pussy I'm back (Pussy)