Back to back Lyrics

This shit back to back jus hit they ass for 8 again

Just got a call a from my nigga Fatts he said the drank was in

Fuck... Prolly finna have to go to the bank again

Bitch one night was enough you can't stay again

Bitches act they aint got a house we cant lay again

I just left BOA i love bringing paper in

Fuckin this lil bitch off a perc damn near made her quit

But ian really fuckin wit the percs i dont like that shit

Told em imma stick to the wock i dont like the tris

Say that shit right to a nigga face i dont like sneak dissin

Tryna tell you niggas that its up but yall dont fuckin listen

Piece came from cali wipe that bitch just like some fuckin dishes

Buy a lot of doty when i smoke im on a fuckin mission

Nigga tried to play wit me... now his ass missing

Nigga tried to Go dollar for dollar but my cash different

Thought he was wit Jesse White the chopper had his ass flipping

I been running this shit up like its exercise

Just popped on this morning so tonight we getting extra high

Just popped on this morning got a glock while im recording

So im really fuckin on it finna make me a fuckin hit

Im very fucking high im getting head while driving almost hit a fuckin sign

I pray to god that i fuckin missed

I cant hang around yo homie boy that nigga a fuckin snitch

I just ran off on the plug I just hit me a fuckin lick

I be seeing all the fake dont think i dont

If karee pass the glock tell me blow dont think i wont

Come around my niggas yk this shit onna floor

Yo boyfriend here i just sent his ass to the store

Bitch Yk its justo i do this shit wit ease

Blow a bnb down and spray wit Febreze

Nigga i got yo hoe in here she in here on her knees

Nigga dont bring out the racks you ah get patched on the D's (Dice)

Nigga get back you aint got my racks you gotta leave

You said you did what? and you cant huhh... nigga please

SRT too fast you wont even see a nigga leave

Hopping out wit Amiri jeans and Chrome Hearts on the sleeve

We don't do too much on the net we post then we leave

Get this poodle out the car cause he cant breathe

Hit the sport and we leave 12 right there on the street

If that bitch aint fucking she aint getting a dollar outta me

Just wanna get rich and make all my people real proud

They say that my weed is like a speaker cause its real loud

My nigga he be trapping got exotic by the real pound

And niggas out here backdooring they homie that shit real foul

I aint Coi Leray but i aint goin to nomo parties

Wanna be so rich that I can buy me 2 ferraris

Nigga i use to struggle now im out here buying carti

No mercy no manners i wont never tell em sorry

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