Boy Back
Young Thug [feat. Nav] Lyrics
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Got rackity-rack-rack-racks in my knapity-sack-sack-sack (yeah, racks)
Ever since Tap-Tap-Tap, I feel like the brown boy back-back-back (I'm back)
Prada shoes with the strap, in every color, I'm proud of that (proud of that)
All they see is success but they don't know where I started at
I can't take no days off, I got money I gotta get (no)
Hit the gas and I take off, pipes be cracklin' when I shift (skrrt)
It's clear as you can see, got a big bankroll on me (racks)
Got a coupe, got power seats, three months before release
Tattoos under my sleeve (yeah)
Got nigga old girl on her knees (yeah)
I spent a hundred thousand dollars on trees (and what?)
I spent a whole 'nother hundred on tees (woo)
She got hair all down to her knees
Now I call her Maybelline (no cap)
I got a cougar bitch in my driveway
Tryna make a nigga pay her lease (swear)
Trap, trappin', trappin'
Whole lot of bales and bricks, Ikea
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I just been sippin' on lean, they don't see us
I would never trap
I was tryna rob him and his dealer
Never goin' back
Switchin' my shit like Ron Artest (switch it up)
Rickity-rack-rack-racks
Throwin' off the Maybach hatch-hatch-hatch
I've been on set-set-set
Throw it down the field, no crack back-back, ooh
Ran up my sack-sack-sack
I done went and bought all the set-set-sets (slatt)
Duck tape the patch-patch-patch (slatt)
Three-hundred horse on the Cadillac, whoa
Got rackity-rack-rack-racks in my knapity-sack-sack-sack (yeah, racks)
Ever since Tap-Tap-Tap, I feel like the brown boy back-back-back (I'm back)
Prada shoes with the strap, in every color, I'm proud of that (proud of that)
All they see is success but they don't know where I started at
I can't take no days off, I got money I gotta get (no)
Hit the gas and I take off, pipes be cracklin' when I shift (skrrt)
It's clear as you can see, got a big bankroll on me (racks)
Got a coupe, got power seats, three months before release
Rackin' up Krispy Cream
Every day I wear crispy tee
I know you ain't gettin' no cheese
Your shoe tongue ain't got no C's
All my diamonds cold, on freeze
Got designer A to Z
I know B's and I know C's
Make your bitch fall in love with a G
Now I don't wanna wear no J's
Pointers in the Cartiers on my face
Stackin' up for my future
Came up livin' day to day
Should I buy a new watch? I just made a hundred racks today
Gucci my tube socks, I got a different pair for every day
I can't get no sleep, I got some habits I gotta kick
I been drippin' all week, minimum three thousand on my 'fit
When you work for a boss like me, there's lots of advantages
In my wildest dreams, I don't think that I could imagine this
Got rackity-rack-rack-racks in my knapity-sack-sack-sack (yeah, racks)
Ever since Tap-Tap-Tap, I feel like the brown boy back-back-back (I'm back)
Prada shoes with the strap, in every color, I'm proud of that (proud of that)
All they see is success but they don't know where I started at
I can't take no days off, I got money I gotta get (no)
Hit the gas and I take off, pipes be cracklin' when I shift (skrrt)
It's clear as you can see, got a big bankroll on me (racks)
Got a coupe, got power seats, three months before release
Got rackity-rack-rack-racks in my knapity-sack-sack-sack (yeah, racks)
Ever since Tap-Tap-Tap, I feel like the brown boy back-back-back (I'm back)
Prada shoes with the strap, in every color, I'm proud of that (proud of that)
All they see is success but they don't know where I started at
I can't take no days off, I got money I gotta get (no)
Hit the gas and I take off, pipes be cracklin' when I shift (skrrt)
It's clear as you can see, got a big bankroll on me (racks)
Got a coupe, got power seats, three months before release
Tattoos under my sleeve (yeah)
Got nigga old girl on her knees (yeah)
I spent a hundred thousand dollars on trees (and what?)
I spent a whole 'nother hundred on tees (woo)
She got hair all down to her knees
Now I call her Maybelline (no cap)
I got a cougar bitch in my driveway
Tryna make a nigga pay her lease (swear)
Trap, trappin', trappin'
Whole lot of bales and bricks, Ikea
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I just been sippin' on lean, they don't see us
I would never trap
I was tryna rob him and his dealer
Never goin' back
Switchin' my shit like Ron Artest (switch it up)
Rickity-rack-rack-racks
Throwin' off the Maybach hatch-hatch-hatch
I've been on set-set-set
Throw it down the field, no crack back-back, ooh
Ran up my sack-sack-sack
I done went and bought all the set-set-sets (slatt)
Duck tape the patch-patch-patch (slatt)
Three-hundred horse on the Cadillac, whoa
Got rackity-rack-rack-racks in my knapity-sack-sack-sack (yeah, racks)
Ever since Tap-Tap-Tap, I feel like the brown boy back-back-back (I'm back)
Prada shoes with the strap, in every color, I'm proud of that (proud of that)
All they see is success but they don't know where I started at
I can't take no days off, I got money I gotta get (no)
Hit the gas and I take off, pipes be cracklin' when I shift (skrrt)
It's clear as you can see, got a big bankroll on me (racks)
Got a coupe, got power seats, three months before release
Rackin' up Krispy Cream
Every day I wear crispy tee
I know you ain't gettin' no cheese
Your shoe tongue ain't got no C's
All my diamonds cold, on freeze
Got designer A to Z
I know B's and I know C's
Make your bitch fall in love with a G
Now I don't wanna wear no J's
Pointers in the Cartiers on my face
Stackin' up for my future
Came up livin' day to day
Should I buy a new watch? I just made a hundred racks today
Gucci my tube socks, I got a different pair for every day
I can't get no sleep, I got some habits I gotta kick
I been drippin' all week, minimum three thousand on my 'fit
When you work for a boss like me, there's lots of advantages
In my wildest dreams, I don't think that I could imagine this
Got rackity-rack-rack-racks in my knapity-sack-sack-sack (yeah, racks)
Ever since Tap-Tap-Tap, I feel like the brown boy back-back-back (I'm back)
Prada shoes with the strap, in every color, I'm proud of that (proud of that)
All they see is success but they don't know where I started at
I can't take no days off, I got money I gotta get (no)
Hit the gas and I take off, pipes be cracklin' when I shift (skrrt)
It's clear as you can see, got a big bankroll on me (racks)
Got a coupe, got power seats, three months before release
Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Navraj Goraya
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@giovannypadilla6712
NAV and Jeffrey never disappoint ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฅโ๐พ๐
@harmantumber
I keep forgetting thugs name is Jeffrey ๐
@bulldogsmoneymrfloyamaha6264
@Harman Tumber jeffery
@prayforwolves
How is this so underated. This is beyond vibes. Motivational as fuck. Nav and Thug just rode the wave on this joint. production, vocals, wordplay and flow, hook. 10/10 ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฅ
@gallardo20000
And to think they hated on NAV every feature in the album.... thats CRAZY. bro literally floated on this track COLD.
@b1family33
This style of music has created its own lane and genre. Canโt box this style in with the old rap Gods. Creativity has birth something new in hip hop. Give this generation their credit
@Aryzo
who are you talking to
@LucasMendes-gb7gu
Q som maravilhoso โคโค๐โค๐โค๐๐๐๐ถ๐๐ถ
@skullrockvids734
am proud of thugga... putting those haters who used to hate him .. continue giving us good music
@yeezyseason39
Real talk itโs so dope seein Nav confident asf knowing he killed it the whole video