Back That Ass Up (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Polo G]
Ayy, gang

[Chorus: Polo G]
Add a K to TwinNem Gang, we gon' clap your ass up
Catch you lackin' while it's late, we gon' clap your ass up
Early morning broad day, we gon' clap your ass up
With your b*tch on a date, we gon' clap your ass up
It ain't sh*t up for us to look, f*ckin' Glizzy and masked up
Speed down your block, let that big .45 bust
Only gang n*ggas gettin' left when we ride up
Now we're somewhere low low, the jakes can't find us

[Verse 1: Polo G]
n*ggas put up everything 'cause they know we take sh*t
Earthquake gang 'cause my boys love to shake sh*t
Don't f*ck with n*ggas, keep a strap like a gay b*tch
Them pistols c*cked, duck your top or get your face hit
Put red dots on his head just like Blake Griff'
Them hollows hit him, he ain't livin', make him lay stiff
Talk to the cops, you gon' get popped, you better not say sh*t
Stay in the kitchen like Rachael Ray, I love to make sh*t
My shorties trappin', I'm the reason why they ballin', James Naismith
Got lots of ammo, come through like Rambo, b*tch I got eight clips
Extended clip droppin' out like f*ck a education
Paramedics, siren, chalk him out, detectives investigatin'
b*tch we some demons, we drop bodies and start celebratin'
We on a streak, you try to stop it, get eliminated
North Side n*gga, 1300, I'm a Sed' baby
Backwood full of dead n*ggas got me elevated
Green twenties, pink fifties, blue hunnids is the vault sh*t
I'm eating good like I got two stomachs
Pop that pill at 7, I'm still rollin' at like 2 or some'
Belligerent, I got a problem, I'm gon' shoot some
Gang with it and all us aimin', who gon' do some?
I'ma die for mine, that's how me and my crew comin'
Pull up in a Cadillac, hangin' out the roof dumpin'
Old beef but I got new thumpers
The G's say "Pop out then", that's what I'm gon' do
Said I'm gon' slide, hop out that ride like I told you
Posted with the glizzy, get you dyin' waiting on you
I'm LeBron, Wayne Kyrie Irving he gon' score too
[Chorus: Polo G]
Add a K to TwinNem Gang, we gon' clap your ass up
Catch you lackin' while it's late, we gon' clap your ass up
Early morning broad day, we gon' clap your ass up
With your b*tch on a date, we gon' clap your ass up
It ain't sh*t up for us to look, f*ckin' Glizzy and masked up
Speed down your block, let that big .45 bust
Only gang n*ggas gettin' left when we ride up
Now we're somewhere low low, the jakes can't find us

[Verse 2: Lil Blast]
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
I stay f*cking with the gang, yeah, get you changed, yeah
Young n*gga selling caine for a lil change, yeah
Don't claim Gucci Gang, if you ain't from 'round here
b*tches f*cking with the opps, n*ggas f*cking with the cop
And If I see a opp, I bet I make his body drop
And I'm screamin "Free the gang" and "Rest in peace to Big Block"
1300 where it's at, yeah n*gga we on top
And the opps ain't on sh*t, we stay slidin' through they block
And it's "f*ck Travis", stop lackin' up on clock
Yeah, me and D-Rose, late nights with the poles
Posted up on Gucci block and we bussin' 24s
Man we do this sh*t for TimTim, rest in peace to big bro
Catch a opp from the End, guaranteed we gon' score
n*ggas hoes and they know, lying in they video
Everybody know my name, when they f*cking see me tho
They like "Damn lil' shorty Wayne, ​you always keep that pole"
Yeah them n*ggas hoes, yeah they know they don't want no smoke
They some hoes and they know, under pressure they gon' fold
Fingers itching to blow, n*ggas know what I'm on, I'm tryna f*ck up the score
You take two, we take four, gang
T'd up in the party and I'm bussin' off a molly
Anybody want a problem, they can meet my f*cking shots
If I'm bumpin' with the opps, I might catch a couple bodies
Then it's back to the block, posted up with the Glock
And you know what's in the clip, I always keep a 30 shots
Gucci Gang, Twin City, yeah them young n*ggas hot
Yeah, f*cking with my n*ggas you gon' end up in a box
FTE and B.O.B, my n*ggas posted on the block
And when they bumpin' with the opps, they gon' take off they top
Rest in peace to my n*ggas Gucci, Twins and Big Block, gang
[Verse 3: Lil Felton]
Rest in peace to Big Block
Rest in peace to my n*ggas Gucci, Twins and Big Block
Boy don't get caught lacking, it's too real in the field
You don't wanna see my n*ggas when they rollin' of a pill
Slide anytime a day, if we catch 'em it's a drill
n*ggas know they ain't gang, we don't care about how they feel
I'm just chilling, smoking dope with Blast and Polo G
n*ggas know that we the snakes, we be merching on the C
When it comes to lil' bro T-Gucci, we do some T's
I ain't talking sad boys, but we don't f*ck with G's
I swept them in a 'wood, yeah that's the whole sh*t
12 got me in the jam, I don't even know sh*t
He must be a goofy, sayin' we don't tote sh*t
Lil' b*tch we TwinNem Gang, we got twin glow sticks
B's up for Block, L's up for Twins, T's for T-Gucci
We them Cs from the Land
B's up for Block, L's up for Twins, T's for T-Gucci
We them Cs from the Land
Gang, gang, gang, gang