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conversations.value: Write me a song called Back with the following description: On “Back,” Philadelphia rapper Lil Uzi Vert once again enlists the help of Atlanta star Young Thug for an energetic anthem. The two rappers team up to discuss their inability to trust others, their exorbitant wealth, and why another man’s woman doesn’t have his back.
  The song was premiered on Shade 45 by DJ Drama & Don Cannon on July 21, 2017 without a title. However, many fans who misheard the lyrics referred to it under the fan-given title “Bag,” but that’s not the song’s actual name, as Uzi says “back” in the chorus, not “bag.”
  Lil Uzi Vert and Young Thug have collaborated multiple times before this, twice officially on October 31, 2015, for “Yamborghini Dream” and “Big Racks.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
  Funny, you can't turn me down
  I already know nobody don't got my back
  Yeah, yeah
  [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
  Back, back, back, back
  Stack, racks, racks, racks
  Black Mac, stay strapped
  Ooh, big racks, ooh, large stacks, yuh
  Back, back, back, back
  Stack, racks, racks, racks
  Black Mac, stay strapped
  Ooh, big racks, ooh, large stacks, ooh
  [Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
  Boy, you cap, boy, you cap
  Ooh, you ain't put nothing on the map, choppa on my lap
  Ooh, she like when I pop them tags, yeah, don't trip 'bout my tag, yeah
  Get my swag from my dad, yeah, hunnid bands in my bag
  30 rounds in my mag, fuck niggas bit my swag, ayy
  I was just tryna walk past, yeah, put your lil' bitch on a jet
  Then sucked my dick, we jet lagged, yeah, smile in the whip, drive fast
  Goin' way faster than the Dash, wanna race, boy, get dragged
  Talking too slick, get clapped, fucking your bitch, no fag
  So fuck nigga better relax 'cause everything I say facts
  Had to skate on a bitch like Vans, been wearing these shits since The Pack
  Ridin' 'round all black Mac, know I gotta watch my back [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
  Back, back, back, back
  Stack, racks, racks, racks
  Black Mac, stay strapped
  Ooh, big racks, ooh, large stacks, yuh
  Back, back, back, back
  Stack, racks, racks, racks
  Black Mac, stay strapped
  Ooh, big racks, ooh, large stacks, ooh
  [Verse 2: Young Thug]
  Kick my one-two, yeah, ooh, yeah
  Fuck around, hunt you, kick shit, Kung Fu
  All my foreigns new, pour my Mountain Dew
  Diamonds from Cancun, twenty bitches at the Fontainebleau
  Saw you a mouse, too, your diamonds got clouds, too
  Money taller than the latitude, can't wait to embarrass you
  Talk dirty like a bastard too, I was fuckin’ out the midnight blue
  Three-hunnid for the Bentley Coupe, uh, yeah
  Wrist on froze like "Ouch,” got a car in the house like a couch
  Been rich, your bitch can vouch, yeah, now bring your scout, yeah
  I put my dick in her mouth, yeah, we was on your couch, yeah
  I put my nut on her comb, now you got nut in your hair
  Chanel on her manicure, my floor meets eleven
  I got me a wife, but I still live like a bachelor
  I told her we married, but I'm never gon' marry her
  I married the money and karats, I'm not tryna embarrass you [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
  Back, back, back, back
  Stack, racks, racks, racks
  Black Mac, stay strapped
  Ooh, big racks, ooh, large stacks, yuh
  Back, back, back, back
  Stack, racks, racks, racks
  Black Mac, stay strapped
  Ooh, big racks, ooh, large stacks, ooh