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Back Up Video (MV)




Performed By: E-Wan
Length: 2:56
Written by: Ewan Ross




E-Wan - Back Up Lyrics




All these bands circling over my head
All this blood, got it all on my hands
Glock in my pants, I won't forget what you said
No money over respect, but money make sure you dead

All these bands circling over my head
All this blood, got it all on my hands
Glock in my pants, I won't forget what you said
No money over respect, but money make sure you dead

Walk in this bitch, we too deep, uh
I been high as hell for like two weeks, uh
Shawty want Dior and want Gucci bruh
Do an interview like a movie, uh
She be on my snap like add me, uh
Back that shit up, you won't catch me slumped
Fiends shooting up like vaccines bruh
Pull up on me, we gon tag team bruh
Bitch I run shit like an athlete, uh
You don't know how it go, you don't know shit dawg
Better back shit up for you know too much
We gon make sure it's done, we gon push shit up
Walking out the bank like I bought the whole thing
Put a check on my wrist, on my neck same day
Far East, my bros like to the m*********ing bang
Like Joel Embiid, I run the f***ing paint
You don't know what I've been on
You a hater, you a bitch
Imma dog, you a bone
Imma beat your ass up, lay you out on the floor
Boy you talking that shit
Phone call, we on go
Gotta new bitch, she foreign
I'm high, I'm soaring
These rappers too boring
These rappers

All these bands circling over my head
All this blood, got it all on my hands
Glock in my pants, I won't forget what you said
No money over respect, but money make sure you dead

Back through the back door, get it then we dash
In the brand new whip, imma act like an asshole
Big Mossberg 500, sawed off
Finna pop me a top
No drop, just shots
Pouring up the lean, real Wock
No Tussin
We don't like to fight, we don't scrap, we don't tussle
Diamonds on the neck, real shit
They bussing
How you wanna bag if you don't wanna f***ing hustle?

All these bands circling over my head
All this blood, got it all on my hands
Glock in my pants, I won't forget what you said
No money over respect, but money make sure you dead

All these bands circling over my head
All this blood, got it all on my hands
Glock in my pants, I won't forget what you said
No money over respect, but money make sure you dead
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All these bands circling over my head
All this blood, got it all on my hands
Glock in my pants, I won't forget what you said
No money over respect, but money make sure you dead

All these bands circling over my head
All this blood, got it all on my hands
Glock in my pants, I won't forget what you said
No money over respect, but money make sure you dead

Walk in this bitch, we too deep, uh
I been high as hell for like two weeks, uh
Shawty want Dior and want Gucci bruh
Do an interview like a movie, uh
She be on my snap like add me, uh
Back that shit up, you won't catch me slumped
Fiends shooting up like vaccines bruh
Pull up on me, we gon tag team bruh
Bitch I run shit like an athlete, uh
You don't know how it go, you don't know shit dawg
Better back shit up for you know too much
We gon make sure it's done, we gon push shit up
Walking out the bank like I bought the whole thing
Put a check on my wrist, on my neck same day
Far East, my bros like to the m*********ing bang
Like Joel Embiid, I run the f***ing paint
You don't know what I've been on
You a hater, you a bitch
Imma dog, you a bone
Imma beat your ass up, lay you out on the floor
Boy you talking that shit
Phone call, we on go
Gotta new bitch, she foreign
I'm high, I'm soaring
These rappers too boring
These rappers

All these bands circling over my head
All this blood, got it all on my hands
Glock in my pants, I won't forget what you said
No money over respect, but money make sure you dead

Back through the back door, get it then we dash
In the brand new whip, imma act like an asshole
Big Mossberg 500, sawed off
Finna pop me a top
No drop, just shots
Pouring up the lean, real Wock
No Tussin
We don't like to fight, we don't scrap, we don't tussle
Diamonds on the neck, real shit
They bussing
How you wanna bag if you don't wanna f***ing hustle?

All these bands circling over my head
All this blood, got it all on my hands
Glock in my pants, I won't forget what you said
No money over respect, but money make sure you dead

All these bands circling over my head
All this blood, got it all on my hands
Glock in my pants, I won't forget what you said
No money over respect, but money make sure you dead
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Writer: Ewan Ross
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