False Ego - Blue lyrics

(Intro) Back in the back of my head better back up I swear I don't miss you Back wit a rap better call up yo back up and pack up uhh Back in the back of my head better back up I swear I don't miss you Back wit a rap better (Suave Kent) Migga lets go (Chorus) Back on the back of my head better back up I swear I don't miss you (I Swear that I don't) Back wit a rap better call, up, yo back up to pack up pistol (Pack it up pack it up) Back to attacking a track till I'm big bet you running back ain't you (You funny you know) (Can't wait to B.L.O.W.) Back to back I'm winning bending b**hes bagging ain't no issue but I'm 2x (Verse 1) Bad, (breakin) Rules I'm bound gain in MASSx (Bet it, ya,) thought that Migga wouldn't last (Living like), Subterrainy wouldn't pa** Whippin my a**, b**h I'll be back Dammit this path a drag, Nothin that I can't surpa** (Ima) thief for that cash, coming at night in a mask I hope you hiding the stash There ain't nothing in here (nope nope) They lied to ya, better on ya own, there ain't nothing to fear (nope nope) Sick of y'all, contempt wit scanning gotta dip disappear (go, go) Going over the requirement f** who be hiring i be that higher man firing fire at every, hefty jefe firing Mine (mine) People'll rise (right) Stuck in 9 (5) Fight (fight) Fight ya life (rights) Stuck in a vice (like) Pipe (nights) Need to suffice (high's) Spend dollar signs (nice) Why (why) You know the price (why) Might die tonight (die?) I'm.. (Chorus) Back in the back of my head better back up I swear I don't miss you (I Swear that I don't) Back wit a rap better call, up, yo back up to pack up pistol (Pack it up pack it up) Back to attackin a track till I'm big bet chu runnin back ain't chu (You funny you know) (Can't wait to B.L.O.W.) Back to back I'm winning bending b**hes baggin ain't no issue but I'm 2x (Verse 2) Rarely choosing, you can keep her that's a penny losing Lil Yatchy wit the chicks I'm chewing Got me trick or treating either f** or leave me cuz I'm stupid busy b**h Up and coming out the f**in hub Transform into the f**in don Blast off into the f**ing sun War artists like I'm f**ing sun- Tsu I'm loadin up missiles to duck Ima hit chu My Pa**ion I picture without chu don't miss chu My past you could picture me patchin up issues Done mastered the scriptures my talent official Chill in the future, now Ima shoot cha Spitting that rat tat ta knocking em putas Mira this mundo is mine like that mula Messing wit Miggas like you facing medusa deuces (EY) (Chorus) Back in the back of my head better back up I swear I don't miss you (I Swear that I don't) Back wit a rap better call, up, yo back up to pack up pistol (Pack it up pack it up) Back to attacking a track till I'm big bet you running back ain't you (You funny you know) (Can't wait to B.L.O.W.) Back to back I'm winning bending b**hes bagging ain't no issue but I'm Blue 3x