Bag Back - Auxxk, Deademane

Hold up

Back up

Bag back

Nigga where dey find me

Foaming at the mouth

Geeking for that action

Red flower, when I get to trippin

Bloody shower, show you the beginning

Niggas sell they soul, for a fucking listen

Vice grip cold, niggas end up missing

Niggas balling hard, wit no pot to piss in

Asking where da bait, but dey fuvking all da vixens/

Get da fuck up my business

You ain’t fucking wit dis menace

Feeling froggy have you senseless

This ain’t forgger, you won’t make it

Turn this to a scene a taken

Tippy toing wit some caution

Fuck I know you hear me coughing

Never slipping, always coffee

All these fuckers, tryna off me

Tryna slay me, that’s a often

Coming spiteful, check my rifle

Got ya baby looking stifled

She just took another eyeful

Now she falling like effiel

She love

A real nigga IQ

She love

How I just haiku

Let me mark you wit dis check

Foamposites on your chest

Kinda different than the rest

If you see it then you rest

Always dumping, never bless

Asking questions, nigga next

Time coming, wit no flex

Put yo bitch up in this vex

Now she tryna have sex

Felt da pistol, now she wet

Treat dat pussy like a vet

Used to fade me in da back

Keep da ganja in a back

Nigga watch me, never lack

(hook)

Hold up

Back up

Bag back

Rest up your vocals that shit sounding lame

No fucks for your claims, you looking for stain

You fuck wit my gains, I turn you to stain

Da fuck is these bama’s doing

Aloofer den patrick ewing

Dey worried bout who i’m fooling

Dat money look real congruent

Been stepping my influence

Don’t lecture me

Blessing the

Beat

Wit my symphony

Scenically ending the

Questions, gossiping

Hoessiping

Niggas be talking like bitchs

Running they mouth but i really don’t get it

No witness, no witness

Dez boy looking shitty

I fuck on yo on ya bitty

Les get to gritty

Young nigga

Ya shitty

Calling me dante, i’m cleaning up hell

Calling me gohan, a danger to frail

Pray for ya self, imma send you to hell

7 more shots, imma set you a sail

7 more shots turn your body to brail

Body can’t function, no reference details

Feeling ya head, wit all these tales

Nigga don’t loaf

Dat shit gross

Do the most

All this boast

For you ghost

You ain’t ghost

You a roach

You ain’t close

Don’t approach

Keep a vik up on my shelf

I need that for health

Gated the entrance

But fuck did you think

The king of the auxx

So I know my shit stink

Don’t get it construed

You end up wit l’s

Shading my name