Back & Forth ft. ATM ALEE Lyrics

Yeah..

Money boy shit

Like..

I got world rage, make em crash out from the Glock

Free call some thots, I'ma fuck her friend and make her walk

Sky derailer on, you see the fuckin' porters on his walk

Chop his ass up and then we mill the body in a box

The vet came with bits, please don't touch the motor when it's hot

Pyrex on his thug, he gon' whip the chickens, hella lot

Everybody eatin', whole gang walkin' round with knots

They ridin' around on ski masks, but they don't got no fuckin' opp

I get high as fuck, bitches purple red in my pop

The AR pick his ass up and slam his ass like the rock

I be fuckin' hoes, get money, he nothin' in his sock

Slimey ass, the fuck I'm servin' off the road, she give a top

Backyard boogie, bitch don't bring no weed around if it ain't sock

He got an ace rap, sent the shot, not worried by the clock

I got a fish scale, I went fishin', I went on ODOT

7-6-2, head tap his ass, y'all on fire

I'm drowsy off the lean, cause I just drunk a pop

Six of red, but I keep the red tits up in my Glock

Fucked a bitch, then I stashed a couple pounds up in her house

Sellin' buns like a nigga sellin' shawls, I'm sellin' out

Hmm, head shot, then a leg shot, got him bleedin' out

Think I had motion back then, you should see me now

Hit a block, let my killers out, they gon' run him down

When the bag gone, that's when we gon' bring some hoes around

Niggas cuffin' hoes that ain't got shit and be passed around

Bad bitch, look like cash dial, she a cash cow

People seein' if she lookin' fishy, whip the mag out

Too much money in the crib, got it lookin' like a stash house

I pull the murder cap, on the north side, she get fat down

300 blackout, hit him in his back and blow his back out

Fix a dog with the sleepin' pills, now they want the lack

I talk about it cause I seen it, bitch, I grew up in a crack house

I talk about it cause I seen it, bitch, I grew up in a crack house