Chuck Inglish - Back Up (Schoolin' Pt. II) lyrics

[Verse 1] Back up! Let me get my sh** back And if it's like that then let's scrap then n***a Facts, I'm nice with these hands, jack In the MGM Grand with my dogs shooting craps Rolling dice, close my eyes, hit a 7 then a 9 Ringside, in a suite, hit 11, courtside Big time n'ahmean, what's good, what you selling? Big gold rings on my hands like the champions In the Hamptons, its what's happening Montauk sailing yachts like a captain Bossing up then bussing down like I'm trapping Pushing SAAB drop tops out like a Phantom Rapping a** n***a in that little a** jacket If the shoe fits, wear it, if I said it then I said it The original live sportswear trendsetter Y'all ain't bring sh** back, man you n***as know better [Hook x2] Back up, let me get my sh** back Back up, let me get my sh** back Back up, let me get my sh** back Back up, down like I'm trapping [Verse 2] Back in this sh** like a toilet On the phone plug, ironing clothes, doing laundry Then the phone rung on that mug like I'm hustling Back in business, you a customer Call accountants like the IRS coming At your doorstep and they don't play about they money Catch me and Justin chopping blades in a Cutla** Think I'm playing, check the number, if I said it then I own it Rolling marijuana on a beach in California I had it parked on the corner, play yo part lil' homie Don't watch me, watch TV Ay, they giving out degrees for n***as studying me But I ain't tripping, just let me get my sh** right Ask twice, man I'm not that nice Cracking knuckles, sounds live like ice right now You need to live life off lines I write down [Hook x2]