Drewsome
Drewsome & Michelle Wisnewski
Drewsome & Ashley Roes
Drewsome & Ashley Roes & Alana Giordano & Mike Artuso
Drewsome
Drewsome & Damaris Gonzalez &
Drewsome &
Drewsome & Michelle Wisnewski & Justin Grange
Drewsome & Ashley Roes & Paul Hogan
Drewsome
Drewsome & & Alana Giordano
Drewsome & Justin Grange & Mike Artuso
Drewsome & Michelle Wisnewski & Mike Artuso
Drewsome & Mike Artuso
Drewsome & Mike Artuso
Drewsome & Damaris Gonzalez
Drewsome
Drewsome & Paul Hogan & Michelle Wisnewski
Back Up was a song I wrote in about 20-30 minutes. That being said, this song was one of the most fun to record on the entire album. Justin and I had a blast recording these. Between my weird rhyme scheme and Justin’s rapping this song took so long to get through.
[Verse 1: Drewsome]
Another day, same bullshit
I've been tryna get rich, I've been tryna get rid of these whack misfits
Get 'em all dismissed, can i get a witness? Don't get it twisted, Drewsome is vicious
I'm doing better now cause I'm getting cheddar now and I'm getting pussy, making moves, and showing effort now
And you know we stay up but we always get deep, cut your throat and leave your body under six feet
So when I pull up full of bullets you're gonna need some reassurance
Curse you with hypnosis, break the stage like Billy Stouges
Motherfuckas always wonder why I gotta bring the thunder, cut 'em up like they was lumber, y'all are dumb, call me the hunter
Give a fuck about y'all hunger there will never be another, get rammed by my left hook, I stay ballin' call me Westbrook
Gain some knowledge, read a textbook, who's the best? Take a guess, look!
So go and wrap it up before I gotta crack it up and
[Hook: Michelle Wisnewski]
Back up, back up, back up
Lose yourself to the music and back up
Back up, back b-back up
[Verse 2: Justin Grange]
Yeah, y'all already know who it is, I'm here to get down to the fuckin' business, I don't even know why I'm on this track, I'm here to fuck bitches, smoke weed, and count stacks
Don't act like y'all wanna front on me, I'll pull out the led pipe and bust your knee
I'll tell y'all to back up before y'all get smacked up cause I'ma turn the track up so try to catch up
I'm here to bully MCs, I'll bring 'em to there knees, tell 'em to suck on these, yeah, I'll bite Drew's shit with ease
Bitch please, I'm so sick, gave the beat a disease
Ricky Moss blowing up all over the seas
I'm so pretty, I do it for the city, I'll bruise you up like a hickey, word to Lil Dicky
I'ma trippy, skinny. dizzy, busy, silly hippie who don't got time for your games, y'all are lame, what's my name?
My names Ricky Moss and I got shit to say, I didn't start from the bottom but I hustle all day
And I'm from New York but I'm not from the boroughs
But I'm making so much dough with this flow, y'all know
Pullin' up in my vette to my set, aw bet, never sweat, making bitches wet, no regrets, don't be upset
Ain't part of Monty threats, all I do is ball, best believe it dogg, Don't trip, y'all can't live up to it