Back Against The Wall

(Antt did the track)
 Yeah (Beatgang)
 Ayy
 Band
 Let me hear my adlibs too
 Yeah
 Dinner table with two bitches (yeah, yeah)
 I'm a calculator, add up digits, baby (add me up)
 I've been gettin' money, I've been gettin' faded (faded)
 Fuck around with them boys, get eliminated
 I gotta keep a stick, niggas think I'm sweet
 Got 'em glancin' at my pockets 'cause they know I got it (it's on me)
 I graduated hard knocks, I ain't go to college (uh-uh)
 I just wanna drop the Wraith and let lil' brodie drive it (skrrt)
 Plug bless you in the clutch, feel like Kobe shot it (yeah)
 You ain't heard about the gang, ask your ho about us (yeah)
 Young niggas lettin' it fly, we watch the money pile up
 You ran off, I heard you hidin', get your homie shot up (come here)
 Yeah, stood tall with my back against the wall, nigga
 Stood tall with my back against the wall
 Stood tall with my back against the wall, nigga
 We don't want that lil' shit, we want it all
 What do you do with that work? I sent that off, ayy
 Nigga play on our turf, we knock him off, ayy
 You can't find that lil' nigga, that boy lost, ayy
 Whoever said we fell off, that shit false, ayy
 Stand-up nigga, I don't squat when I piss, nigga
 To get where I'm at, I took all type of risks, nigga
 Heard I'm fuckin' on your bitch, now you throwin' fits, nigga
 I just took a bad lil' bitch from this rich nigga
 Your lil' money ain't shit, mm, I'll take it
 Said she ain't never sold pussy, I'ma make her
 These niggas so foul, they gon' fake it 'til they make it
 Ride around with a soul-snatcher, nigga, they gon' take it
 Nigga break that code, mmm, left that body vacant
 Hmm, she broke a Perc' in half, now her body naked
 Bitch, that bag just touched down, we celebratin'
 Ay, Ray, they tryna take our style, but we elevatin', nigga
 Stood tall with my back against the wall, nigga
 Stood tall with my back against the wall
 Stood tall with my back against the wall, nigga
 We don't want that lil' shit, we want it all
 What do you do with that work? I sent that off, ayy
 Nigga play on our turf, we knock him off, ayy
 You can't find that lil' nigga, that boy lost, ayy
 Whoever said we fell off, that shit false, ayy
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 (Beatgang)