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"Back up." - Yeat

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 05:32 am

Album: AftërLyfe

Track No: 13

SOLOIN—
Yeah, yeah
Got a hitter on my left hand, my best friend, I'm gon' fight for them
Back 'gain on the Percs again, it's like 5:00 AM
Back 'gain, on the Percs again, bitch, I'm back up (Back on the thotty, woo)
I ain't ever trust a soul, bitch, you gotta back up (Woo)
Ridin' round in the Lamb', I done did a chase from the cops (Skrrt)
Every time they drop an album, all they music pancake, it flops
Yeah, fuck a thot (Yeah)
I got Gucci on my flip, Gucci on my flop
Big diamonds, I got big rocks
I got money comin' in, it never stops (Uh-uh)
Poppin' out in public (Uh-uh)
Poppin' out in public, then it flops
Dead people comin' through, yeah, in the building
Yeah, they wanna dance on the kid (Yeah)
Rat (Yeah)
Tom and Jerry, you a rat
Yeah, can't fuck with the feds, it's said (Huh)
I brought a bitch on a flat (Yeah)
I went and doubled the cred' (Ha)
In the crib, it got fourteen beds (Ha)
On the jet, I can stretch me my legs (Ha)
Point the gun, and I'ma fill it with lead (Ha)
Slatt, slatt (Slatt)
In the Urus, they ridin', no Cat (Skrrt)
I just pulled up and doubled the MAC (Luh MAC)
I got bread on me, baby, it's fast (Huh)
All my brothers, they rich just to flex (Luh flex)
All of my diamonds, my neck (Luh neck)
Call up Lil Uzi, what's next?
Told 'em I'm droppin an album, it's wraps
Wraps, yeah (Wraps, yeah)
Back 'gain, on the Percs again, bitch, I'm back up (Back on the thotty, woo)
I ain't ever trust a soul, bitch, you gotta back up (Woo)
Ridin' round in the Lamb', I done did a chase from the cops (Skrrt)
Every time they drop an album, all they music pancake, it flops
Yeah, fuck a thot (Yeah)
I got Gucci on my flip, Gucci on my flop
Big diamonds, I got big rocks
I got money comin' in, it never stops (Uh-uh)
Poppin' out in public (Uh-uh)
Poppin' out in public, then it flops
Dead people comin' through, yeah, in the building
Yeah, they wanna dance on the kid (Yeah)
Rat (Yeah)
Tom and Jerry, you a rat
Yeah, can't fuck with the feds, it's said (Huh)
I brought a bitch on a flat (Yeah)
I went and doubled the cred' (Ha)
In the crib, it got fourteen beds (Ha)
On the jet, I can stretch me my legs (Ha)
Point the gun, and I'ma fill it with lead (Ha)
Slatt (Slatt)

Writer(s): Noah Smith.

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