Playboi Carti – Back Up lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Listen
What's brackin? You know what I'm sayin'?
Whole lotta money
Haha, what you think hap—
Nigga, hold on, hold up

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I'm smokin' dope, bitch (Slatt)
Smokin' dope, bitch (Yeah, hol' up)
I'm smokin' dope, bitch (Yeah, hol' up)
Smokin' dope, bitch
I'm from South Atlanta, ho
I got money, then I went west coast (Hol' up, what? What? What? What? Uh)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
I'm like 2Pac
Nigga, I got two Glocks
You want what? Hol' up
You want what? What?
Bentley coupe, yeah
Shawty wanna fuck 'cause she know she cool (Smash)
Got the cash like ooh
I could buy your bitch, I could buy her a coupe (What?)
I could buy them blocks
I could buy them blocks, I could buy your goons (Yeah)
I'm in Westside (Yeah)
With big P, they some big Pirus

[Interlude: Playboi Carti]
Haha
Quavo, what's brackin', nigga? Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
29 shit, nigga, Flame Gang for real, nigga
29, bih (And she cold), turn up, hol'up
(And she cold) Check it out

[Chorus: Playboi Carti and Offset]
Back up (What?), back up
Back up (What?), back up (What?)
Back up, back up
Back up, back up
Back up, back up (And she cold, hold on)
Back up, back up (Back up)
Back up (Woo, woo, woo), back up

[Verse 2: Offset]
(Offset)
Racks up (Racks), choppa back up
There go 12, stashin' the dope, go put the pack up (Stash the dope)
Diamonds act up (Ice)
Pull up in the spot in the tarantula (Skrrt, skrrt)
Dirty my Fanta up
Sold out dates on the calendar (Hey, hey)
Two doors, two seats (Two, two)
Up my status, elite (Up my status)
My drip, unique (Drip)
Over a quarter in the Brinks (Over a quarter)
My gang, they shoot, they eat
She gon' fuck on the gang for free (Gang)
I'ma blow out the brain then breathe
I got drip, the sauce, the seasoning (Sauce)
Smokin' on cook', I'm wheezin' (Woo)
Hop out the drop, creatures (Drop)
Whitestone, I'll bleach you (White)
Saint Laurent, I'll teach you (Hey)
Choppa bite, it eat you (Bite)
Double on my Wraith
It got the stars with the features (Stars)
See it with the beam
It hit you far, make it reach you (Where you goin'?)
Hold the stick like a guitar and it's lethal

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Back up (What? And she cold), back up
Back up (What?), back up (What?)
Back up, back up
Back up, back up
Back up, back up (And she cold, hold on)
Back up, back up
Back up, back up

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I'm smokin' dope, bitch (Slatt)
Smokin' dope, bitch (Yeah, hol' up)
I'm smokin' dope, bitch (Yeah, hol' up)
Smokin' dope bitch
I'm from South Atlanta, ho
I got money, then I went west coast (Hol' up)
I'm from South Atlanta, ho
I got money, then I went west coast (Hol' up)