CALLING 4 BACKUP lyrics

[Verse 1: Draft Day]
Upping my sliders, n*gga, who flyer?
G6, black truck, pull up on arrival
Louis V luggage and the book bag Tyler
Baby got that water and she lookin' like Tyla
We really up I'm on fire, we gettin' higher
Pour up, pass me a lighter
I'm tryin' to run up these racks up (Racks)
Pull up I'm backed out, I'm posted up packed out
You know that I'm keepin' my gat tucked (Gat)
Beatin' that motherf*ckin' kitty up (Beat it up)
On God, you know that we really up (On God)
They love when you down at your weakest
But hate when you strongest, here for the longest
I got Ray Charles vision, I don't see nobody
Let her jump on it shе ride me, Ducati
Over hеre, we really smackin', she juked

[Chorus: Draft Day]
Real life player, we macked up
Flexin' these motherf*ckin' racks up (Racks)
They duckin', they callin' for backup (They callin')
They duckin', they callin' for Concrete, huh
pus*y, I'm back up (Back), back up (Back)
Back up (Back), back up (Back)
Callin' for back up (Back), back up (Back)
Back up (Ah), back up (Damn), pus*y, I'm back
[Bridge: Draft Day]
Back, back, back
Back up, back up (Ah)
Back up, pus*y I'm back (pus*y)

[Verse 2: Dc2trill]
Mr., Mr., Mr., Mr. Seal popper, deal locker
Swing the door, I see wheel watchers
He ran out of K, n*gga, we still poppin' (Still)
Everywhere we pop out, we show stoppin'
Don't run up too fast, n*gga, die where you stand
I lean too much, I could never take stands
I earned my stripes like the shoes called Stans
Look on my ear, you gon' see your advance
Poppin' that pus*y, she do it for player
Poppin' the seal, n*gga, I do it for later
Poppin' that pus*y, she do it for player
Poppin' for—, poppin' for
Poppin' that pus*y, she do it for player
Poppin' that pus*y, she do it for player
Poppin' that pus*y, she—
Come to the spot and she ready to cater
Ain't show up on time, 'cause I'm dressed in the latest
Bust in her mouth, say goodbye to the baby (Goodbye)
L.V. luggage, it's time to create it
We had a pound, but now it's cremated
They never get cash, they too filled with hatred
Give me a jersey, an all-star sipper
Please excuse me, can't hold my liquor
If I take a Kodak, a PT pitcher
[Chorus: Draft Day]
Real life player, we macked up
Flexin' these motherf*ckin' racks up (Racks)
They duckin', they callin' for backup (They callin')
They duckin', they callin' for—, huh
pus*y, I'm back up (Back), back up (Back)
Back up (Back), back up (Back)
Callin' for back up (Back), back up (Back)
Back up (Ah), back up (Damn), pus*y, I'm back
Back, back, back
Back up, back up (Ah)
Back up, pus*y I'm back (pus*y)