Lloyd Wendell - Back It Up Lyrics

Yo, man you say I suck dick but can you back it up
Talking all that trash while I rise and you disrupt
Got my team beside me, we ain't never giving in
So step up to the plate, we'll see who really wins

Hating from the sidelines, your words don't mean a thing
You call it hate, but I just call it truth
Ain't no time for games, I'm spitting in the booth
So if you gon' talk, better say it to my face

Or roll out of here, you just ain't in this race
You throwing shade, boy, but that won't dim my shine
Talking big game, but you never cross the line
I'm spitting real bars while you stuck on your decline

You say you're my shadow, guess you can call it divine
Comments coming round, better watch your back
You call it hate, but I just call it truth
Ain't no time for games, I'm spitting in the booth

So if you gon' talk, better say it to my face
Or roll out of here, you just ain't in this race
Man, you suck dick, but I'm still on my grind
Keep doing me, leaving all your hate behind

Man, you suck dick, but I'm still on my grind
Keep doing me, leaving all your hate behind
Man, you suck dick, but I'm still on my grind
Keep doing me, leaving all your hate behind

Yeah, yeah, yeah