"Back2Back" lyrics
(Yeah-yeah... Oh...)
She fye hot, she fye hot
Chicken coop in a cat house
No flat backs big pancakes
Locked up, blue milkshake
She fye hot, she fye hot
She a chicken coop in a cat house
No flat back big pancakes
Locked up, blue milkshake
Moon pies with the goon guys
Dark club with my allies
911-650, carbon fibre turbo
Yeah we in traffic, hoe
Back2Back, Back2Back
Back2Back, Back2Back
Yeah, got me spending all my paper, huh
Addicted like a little bitch!
Blowfish like I owe something
No names when we playing sex games
You gotta work, you don't eat
You gotta trap, you don't eat
Chef Boyardee gippy
Buss her on down
Yeah, I got another one
Back2Back, Back2Back
Back2Back, Back2Back
Yeah, got me spending all my paper, huh
Addicted like a little bitch!
Back2Back, Back2Back
Back2Back, Back2Back
Yeah, got me spending all my paper, huh
Addicted like a little bitch!
Brains on my my business, not these bitches
Scamming on dudes for their digits
Thirsty thots look like Todd Bridges
Can't even afford to pay attention
Niggas take your soul for given inches
Hey, I can't do nothing for you pimp, I'm stingy
Triple zero bags in the kitchen
Call me Armstrong when I'm whippin
Hey hey, Work! You don't trap you don't eat, Work!
You don't trap you, don't eat, Chef!
Boy R Joe Bussin down another O
Back2Back, Back2Back
Back2Back, Back2Back
Yeah, got me spending all my paper, huh
Addicted like a little bitch!
It was a pretty day on the beach
Let me eat my lobster meat
Crab legs a tasty treat
Crawfish up out the creek
It was a thanksgiving feast
Women dressed in waikiki
Hanging out on south beach
With my better half
She be laid out next to me
We kick it while they hatin' on the south coast energy
Low key became the centerpiece of attraction
And my whole team
Doing shit you only dream
It be that normal shit to me
I'd rather see my people eat
Come up out off the concrete
Live a better life with me
Growing up on church street
No I'm no the same T
In the kitchen with the game in a pot
Cook it up let it rock
Chefboy-R T-Mo don't stop
Back2Back (hmm), Back2Back (Back and forth)
Back2Back, Back2Back (Like a cameo, son)
Yeah, got me spending all my paper, huh (uh-uh!)
Addicted like a little bitch!
Your IG is like your ID
So this is how you'll know me
Look for the brick emoji
Obi-Wan Kenobi
I am Kobe on Dolby
And on my bank account is looking a little Hov-y
The lands holy!
My right hand man's floaty
Any misunderstandings he'll talk to the man for me
One playmaker and tool
And a little fossil fuel
Now I'm on 40 acres and mule - and a pool
My brass hand has touch a few sisters lives
Separate houses but they're all sister wives
Love and hip-hop drug and ziploc
More birds than Hitchcock my diamonds dance on TikTok
Back2Back, Back2Back
Back2Back, Back2Back
Yeah, got me spending all my paper, huh
Addicted like a little bitch!
She fye hot, she fye hot
Chicken coop in a cat house
No flat backs big pancakes
Locked up, blue milkshake
She fye hot, she fye hot
She a chicken coop in a cat house
No flat back big pancakes
Locked up, blue milkshake
Moon pies with the goon guys
Dark club with my allies
911-650, carbon fibre turbo
Yeah we in traffic, hoe
Back2Back, Back2Back
Back2Back, Back2Back
Yeah, got me spending all my paper, huh
Addicted like a little bitch!
Blowfish like I owe something
No names when we playing sex games
You gotta work, you don't eat
You gotta trap, you don't eat
Chef Boyardee gippy
Buss her on down
Yeah, I got another one
Back2Back, Back2Back
Back2Back, Back2Back
Yeah, got me spending all my paper, huh
Addicted like a little bitch!
Back2Back, Back2Back
Back2Back, Back2Back
Yeah, got me spending all my paper, huh
Addicted like a little bitch!
Brains on my my business, not these bitches
Scamming on dudes for their digits
Thirsty thots look like Todd Bridges
Can't even afford to pay attention
Niggas take your soul for given inches
Hey, I can't do nothing for you pimp, I'm stingy
Triple zero bags in the kitchen
Call me Armstrong when I'm whippin
Hey hey, Work! You don't trap you don't eat, Work!
You don't trap you, don't eat, Chef!
Boy R Joe Bussin down another O
Back2Back, Back2Back
Back2Back, Back2Back
Yeah, got me spending all my paper, huh
Addicted like a little bitch!
It was a pretty day on the beach
Let me eat my lobster meat
Crab legs a tasty treat
Crawfish up out the creek
It was a thanksgiving feast
Women dressed in waikiki
Hanging out on south beach
With my better half
She be laid out next to me
We kick it while they hatin' on the south coast energy
Low key became the centerpiece of attraction
And my whole team
Doing shit you only dream
It be that normal shit to me
I'd rather see my people eat
Come up out off the concrete
Live a better life with me
Growing up on church street
No I'm no the same T
In the kitchen with the game in a pot
Cook it up let it rock
Chefboy-R T-Mo don't stop
Back2Back (hmm), Back2Back (Back and forth)
Back2Back, Back2Back (Like a cameo, son)
Yeah, got me spending all my paper, huh (uh-uh!)
Addicted like a little bitch!
Your IG is like your ID
So this is how you'll know me
Look for the brick emoji
Obi-Wan Kenobi
I am Kobe on Dolby
And on my bank account is looking a little Hov-y
The lands holy!
My right hand man's floaty
Any misunderstandings he'll talk to the man for me
One playmaker and tool
And a little fossil fuel
Now I'm on 40 acres and mule - and a pool
My brass hand has touch a few sisters lives
Separate houses but they're all sister wives
Love and hip-hop drug and ziploc
More birds than Hitchcock my diamonds dance on TikTok
Back2Back, Back2Back
Back2Back, Back2Back
Yeah, got me spending all my paper, huh
Addicted like a little bitch!
