"Back 2 Back" lyrics
(feat. Dz)
All facts lil' nigga huh
Yea I heard you in that G wagon
Not the Benz one, bitch the Ford one
You can't afford one
You ain't never made six G's
Huh, Nigga, my car don't even take CDs
You in fake Balmain's word to DZ's
You in fake diamonds word to CZ's
I ran it up and went ignant word to Tay B
Everything push to start bitch I hate keys
Shoutout to that motherfuckin' road cause It made me
I was taking trips to AZ, I was 18
Y'all be on Instagram posting fake cheese
Put that pistol in yo face, pussy say cheese
I wear my shit anywhere come and take these
I just found a thousand pack for the 18
Tryna put my niggas in gold like the A-Team
And I'll pity any fool trying to take these
If you don't do what you 'posed to do
Shit prolly end up stretching you
Probably gone fuck and get the neck from you
Probably get the best of you
Then probably gone end up neglecting you
I 'ont really like to do the seconds boo
A hundred round drum, nigga you can catch some extras too
Later when I'm done Imma pour a 4 up in a Mountain Dew
Boy you ain't my mans, don't shake my hands, 'iont fuck with you
Took some niggas years to get this far, It took a month or two
I get in my feelings pop a perc or blow a blunt or two
RIP Uncle Mudd wish that I could sip a cup with you
When them boys caught you, I wish I was in the cut with you
I'd do what I'm supposed to do, can't let 'em get close to you
Yeaaah
Young boss nigga I do boss shit
You ain't getting money you just talk shit huh
You don't wanna beef cause we chalk shit
We don't play hard cause we came up off soft shit huh
And you lost up in the sauce bitch, I ain't get this from my mama bitch I bought this
I ain't drive on that rode, Bitch I caught this huh
Randy Moss shit huh, get it off quick
I got that work and it ain't cheap
Really in that water, bitch I be swimming in the deep
Bitch all in my face, she keep asking if I'm me
The bitch thought I was lying so she asked to see my teeth
Got a new bitch every week, that's yo bitch we just creep
And the shit she'll never do for you she do for me
Nigga hop off my dick might as well go and leap
And you shop from low to high, 'lil boy you hella cheap
And she wanna fuck with me, told the bitch say please na
Now hit yo knees, huh, These niggas paying 50 dollars for some fake lean
These niggas paying 50 dollars for some fake jeans
I had to get up off my ass I was tired of chilling
Nigga play with that bag, you must be tired of living
I'll slide with them sticks you know my position
Nigga can't tell me shit I make my own decisions
Walk in Silver Rain and throw a bitch tuition
[?] While I'm playing but it still glisten
Seen his bitch around the gang, he got in his feelings
Bitch I made my own lane, I see no competition
That's just how I'm feeling
Yea I heard you in that G wagon
Not the Benz one, bitch the Ford one
You can't afford one
You ain't never made six G's
Huh, Nigga, my car don't even take CDs
You in fake Balmain's word to DZ's
You in fake diamonds word to CZ's
I ran it up and went ignant word to Tay B
Everything push to start bitch I hate keys
Shoutout to that motherfuckin' road cause It made me
I was taking trips to AZ, I was 18
Y'all be on Instagram posting fake cheese
Put that pistol in yo face, pussy say cheese
I wear my shit anywhere come and take these
I just found a thousand pack for the 18
Tryna put my niggas in gold like the A-Team
And I'll pity any fool trying to take these
If you don't do what you 'posed to do
Shit prolly end up stretching you
Probably gone fuck and get the neck from you
Probably get the best of you
Then probably gone end up neglecting you
I 'ont really like to do the seconds boo
A hundred round drum, nigga you can catch some extras too
Later when I'm done Imma pour a 4 up in a Mountain Dew
Boy you ain't my mans, don't shake my hands, 'iont fuck with you
Took some niggas years to get this far, It took a month or two
I get in my feelings pop a perc or blow a blunt or two
RIP Uncle Mudd wish that I could sip a cup with you
When them boys caught you, I wish I was in the cut with you
I'd do what I'm supposed to do, can't let 'em get close to you
Yeaaah
Young boss nigga I do boss shit
You ain't getting money you just talk shit huh
You don't wanna beef cause we chalk shit
We don't play hard cause we came up off soft shit huh
And you lost up in the sauce bitch, I ain't get this from my mama bitch I bought this
I ain't drive on that rode, Bitch I caught this huh
Randy Moss shit huh, get it off quick
I got that work and it ain't cheap
Really in that water, bitch I be swimming in the deep
Bitch all in my face, she keep asking if I'm me
The bitch thought I was lying so she asked to see my teeth
Got a new bitch every week, that's yo bitch we just creep
And the shit she'll never do for you she do for me
Nigga hop off my dick might as well go and leap
And you shop from low to high, 'lil boy you hella cheap
And she wanna fuck with me, told the bitch say please na
Now hit yo knees, huh, These niggas paying 50 dollars for some fake lean
These niggas paying 50 dollars for some fake jeans
I had to get up off my ass I was tired of chilling
Nigga play with that bag, you must be tired of living
I'll slide with them sticks you know my position
Nigga can't tell me shit I make my own decisions
Walk in Silver Rain and throw a bitch tuition
[?] While I'm playing but it still glisten
Seen his bitch around the gang, he got in his feelings
Bitch I made my own lane, I see no competition
That's just how I'm feeling
