Back Out lyrics

[Intro]
Back out
Salute to all my n*ggas getting out this year
Back out
Back out
Back out

[Hook]
I burn that sack (back out)
Now I got them racks (back out)
Lil shawty throw her (back out)
And I'ma f*ck her (back out)
They just let my goon (back out)
Say he pull that burner (back out)
I just re-upped and I'm (back out)
Them new Js came (back out)

[Hook]
I burn that sack (back out)
Now I got them racks (back out)
Lil shawty throw her (back out)
And I'ma f*ck her (back out)
They just let my goon (back out)
Say he pull that burner (back out)
I just re-upped and I'm (back out)
Them new Js came (back out)
[Verse 1]
I made it all way to the top and I left all my n*ggas a lot
My circle get smaller and smaller, my pockets get fatter and fatter
Remember young n*gga put me on a jet and he pulled out a clapper
Told him he don't need that sh*t and he told me it don't even matter
My b*tch got an attitude problem, I bet you I know how to solve it
She suck me and f*ck me all night for a couple of pairs of red bottoms
Feel like I'm falling in love, ain't gotta ask her to swallow
But ain't enough love in the world to f*ck on the b*tch with no rubber
Cause I ain't a sucker, I will not cuff her, I pass that b*tch to my brother
I am the one, you dime a dozen, I go and get me another
I bring them racks out, them b*tches come back out, they throwin' they back out
If I got a problem believe that my young n*gga bringing that MAC out

[Hook]
I burn that sack (back out)
Now I got them racks (back out)
Lil shawty throw her (back out)
And I'ma f*ck her (back out)
They just let my goon (back out)
Say he pull that burner (back out)
I just re-upped and I'm (back out)
Them new Js came (back out)

[Hook]
I burn that sack (back out)
Now I got them racks (back out)
Lil shawty throw her (back out)
And I'ma f*ck her (back out)
They just let my goon (back out)
Say he pull that burner (back out)
I just re-upped and I'm (back out)
Them new Js came (back out)
[Verse 2]
Old school Ferrari Testarossa, brought it back out
I put on these Cartiers, it look like a blackout
Got the strap and the shooters just in case a n*gga act out
These exclusive kicks b*tch, got more Js than a crack house
sh*t I wasted syrup all on my leather seats
Hit a pothole while I was rolling up my weed
I gotta get high 'fore these n*ggas p*ss me off
Juicy this, Juicy that, tired of hearing n*ggas talk
I ain't f*cking that b*tch, I just saw her at the club
Shawty asks me for a picture, I'm just tryna show some love
All that hating that they doing make a n*gga gotta flex
pus*y n*gga pocket watching, who you with, the IRS?

[Hook]
I burn that sack (back out)
Now I got them racks (back out)
Lil shawty throw her (back out)
And I'ma f*ck her (back out)
They just let my goon (back out)
Say he pull that burner (back out)
I just re-upped and I'm (back out)
Them new Js came (back out)

[Hook]
I burn that sack (back out)
Now I got them racks (back out)
Lil shawty throw her (back out)
And I'ma f*ck her (back out)
They just let my goon (back out)
Say he pull that burner (back out)
I just re-upped and I'm (back out)
Them new Js came (back out)
[Outro]
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