Back Up - DeJ Loaf, Big Sean

Back up off me, back up off me

Back up off me, back up off me

Yah yah bitch, back up off me

You don’t know me, I’m too clean, I’m too holy, bitch I’m godly

I only go for real niggas who don’t brag bout what they bought me

Cause they know I got a bag, gotta fuck me up some commas

If I fuck and make you cum, you got to promise not to stress me

Don’t be blowing up my phone and don’t be leaving voice messages

Said I can do you right, I’ll do you better than your exes

I told that nigga to stop it, he was talking out his necklace

See the difference is with me, I never needed niggas, ever

I’ll leave em where I met em, I ain’t tripping off no extra

Goons in the cut try to talk you out your necklace

If you ever disrespect me, pussy, don’t be disrespectful

I said woo, I said I know, I know, I know

He heard about me, he was waiting on me at the door

I said woo, yeah that mink all on the floor

Used to bust his shit at skating, 6 to 9, come in at 4

We got glow sticks for you ho chicks, bitch don’t act like you don’t know this

I’m very antisocial, social network ain’t my motion (I don’t move like that)

I sure know emotions, niggas, bitches is disgusting

Bananas with the Trojans, pop that pussy for a legend

I said woo, I said I know, I know, I know

I said bitch back up off me

I said woo, I said bitch back up off me

I said woo… get this nigga man

I said whoa, yah yah, bitch back up off me

I said whoa whoa, yah yah, bitch back up off me

I said whoa whoa, yah yah, bitch back up off me

I said whoa whoa, yah yah, bitch back up off me

Back up off me, back up off me, I said bitch back up off me

Back up off me, back up off me, I said bitch back up off me

Back up off me, back up off me, I said bitch back up off me

I said… back up off me, I said bitch back up off me

Back up off me, they want my backs in coffins

Gets so cold in the D and they still wanna take my jacket off me

Back when I couldn’t afford to get it mixed and mastered, homie

My mama fronted me that money so it’s no backup, homie

Bitch so back up off me

Bank account look like a ballot, homie, yeah it’s checked up

My niggas packing, you get to tripping, they unpacking, homie

Yeah I overdo it, yeah that’s tailored, homie

Yeah I’m overdressed and ain’t no salad on me

Me and DeJ together, holy matrimony

Oh, it’s hard to smile and shit

When they ain’t free Juan, I got real ones on trial and shit

Fuck all my peers unless we talking bout Belle Isle and shit

The check is seven figures, I might try and dial the shit

And if I fuck and make you cum, don’t be blowing up my phone

Lately I’ve been messing with girls who tend to own shit on their own

I turn dusk into dawn, turn my chair to a throne

Fuck her off in the whip, make her take Uber home

Cold to the chromosome, I grew up without a hammock

I did everything except panic, feel me?

Finally Famous the family

And we expanding on the top floor like we tanning

She throwing tantrums

She gon hold this dick like a Grammy

I give her bomb D and do damage, she like

Yeah that’s right mane

I said whoa, yah yah

For the city

Whoa, yah yah, bitch back up off me

You got Queen DeJ, Sean Don, straight up (ha ha)

It’s time to boss up on everything, I’m getting everything