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Can I call you ben? (Are you leaving soon?) Never too different (are you leaving soon?) Buh-bye Back up, you're too close to me (la-da-da) I got a bag full of bags sitting next to me (la-da-da) Can you blame me? Can you blame me? (La, la-da-da) You got my mind, soul, spirit going craz-craz-craz-craz Back up, you're too close to me (la, da-da-da) I got a full bag sitting next to me Can you blame me? Can you blame me? (La, la-da-da) You got my mind, soul, spirit going craz-craz-craz-craz Put 'em in the trunk, get 'em real stuck Bullets and blunt, go out to my bro's car I'm the plus one, plus two Motherfuckers dress like kung fu Run through in your neighborhood like— (fuck you) Fuck 'em all, hit the wall like I'm on adderall Everybody that I'm with got withdrawals I turn a doll to a brat like a brat doll I put a log on the calf of the catalog She put the kid first like cudi I can't swim, lap with a guppy I put baby in the sky, fly Tell me, put the baby in the sky like Tell a motherfucker tell me— baby in the sky like Tell a motherfucker tell me— Tell a motherfucker that I'm coming for the money And the funny thing about the money is I'm funnier than money Get the money, get it, fuck boy, tryna get there with some— Back up, you're too close to me (la, da-da-da) I got a full bag sitting next to me (la, la-da-da) Can you blame me? (Can you blame me?) Can you blame me? (Can you blame me?) You got my mind, soul, spirit going craz-craz-craz-craz Duffel, satchel, doesn't matter Totaled backpack, still gon pack 'em Matchin' luggage, heavy baggage Me and my bitch so high fashion Leather jacket mackin', read the limit Hoe, this pass all axis Say it once, my brother, back up, back up, back up, back up, back up Transport full of weapons, I'm collectin', do you blame the kid? I don't need directions, do you see the shoes I'm steppin' in? Baddies playin' mash and smash an ex, they like to pay respect But I still miss my ex-bitch, kinda hope she still be checkin' in like— Sorry I locked up your bitch (guantanamo) How did you lock up my bitch? (A lotta dough) How did you get so damn rich? I'm honor roll How do you even exist? " bro, I don't know Fryin' my dough like I'm inside the carnival Yellow my wrist like I put a lil' Sippin' on chemicals, poison the particles I'm leavin' soon motherfuckin' bitch, adios Back up, you're too close to me (la, la-da-da) I got a full bag sitting next to me Can you blame me? Can you blame me? (La, la-da-da) You got my mind, soul, spirit going craz-craz-craz-craz (ayy, ayy) I move with the bag like a body in it Run up too fast, I'ma not be kiddin' Got a full sack like I'm not seen kiddin' It's a lot of blue racks like na'vi tickets Life a bitch and lately ain't too pretty Save your picture like a [?] city The boy up next, something like a hickey Y'all full send it like Mississippi I got an eye on the guap but the eye gone blind by the fetty Somethin' like fetty Air force ones outside all white like betty And my inside cold like debby When I'm in the cut, I stand out like machete She bouncin' up on it, they bouncin' back at me I can't count it up, while she count giving becky Baby, back up, back up, back up Back up