☆ Back It Up (feat. August Alsina)

ft. Iamsu! & Problem

Drink until you go numb
Smoke until you go dumb

Gold all on my neck, ‘on my back
Even though I’m looking from the front
I can still see that back
I got racks on racks, no one, now I see them
I feel like kick the sneaks’
Please don’t creep by me, don’t try me
I be on freaks, geeked off that brain I received
All this fly shit, our ball came with receipts
This ain’t no game, don’t be playing with me
All these bad bitches be staying with me
Peet that, be up, like I’m royal in that ring
Enough of me rapping, gonna let that boy sing

I had one, two, three too many
I’m fucked up, four chicks with me
I’m alive, took about five shots
Six bottles I just copped
Twisted, turnt up, 24/7
That’s more bad bitches I’m getting
They know I hit ’em and quit ’em
And go passed what they came here for

Baby, can I see you make your ass drop?
I’mma let the rose bottles pop
I’mma sip this right, baby don’t stop
‘Cause your body on fire, you too hot

I can’t feel my face, I’m so numb, I’m so wasted
So dumb, I’m shit faced it
Just in case I don’t make it

Take my drink, nigga, I’m buzzing
Take my trees, nigga, I’m gone
Take my keys, nigga, it’s nothing
One of these chicks is taking me home
Take my drink, nigga, I’m buzzing
Take my trees, nigga, I’m gone
Take my keys, nigga, it’s nothing
One of these chicks is taking me home

That little red one said she’s taking me home
Fine ass face, says she coming alone
Not in a mile, so I’m fucking them strong
I’mma beat it to sleep then I’m gone in the morning
Hold up, I tell her bring my dick up
Before I gotta roll up all I do is turn up
Turn down, fuck with, need another drink
Baby gonna throw up, money hung over
So you know I gotta throw up the face
Let ’em know that I’m ready to get ’em popping and dropping
The party never be stopping
‘Cause I be keeping them rocking and all these bitches be choosing
‘Cause now they see that I’m winning like I’m allergic to losing

I can’t feel my face, I’m so numb, I’m so wasted
So dumb, I’m shit faced it
Just in case I don’t make it

Roll, roll that shot in, call it perfect timing
Man, this is fresh, my baby’s big timing
Like a giant clock, club taking big shots
Like a giant clock, bitch got high then she made her booty drop
While I watch it like the cops do the niggas in the hood
Smell it before I light it so you know my weed good
Fly like a party from the same town for sure
‘Cause silly Big D, she gonna take it like a crook
Just make one thing understood
You’re nothing without paper like books
Word to my nigga double A, everybody is under me
Make the bitches come, I done don’t delay
When I’m digging in their skeezer, no soda, they squeeze her
All cake and no pam, broads going up to Cesar
Crazy ass P make these bitches go berserk
Call my niggas, make a move, wizard, cry

Drink until you go numb
Smoke until you go dumb
Drink until you go numb
Smoke until you go dumb
Drink until you go numb
Smoke until you go dumb
Drink until you go numb
Smoke until you go dumb

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Numb
August Alsina