Back to Back Lyrics

We throwing hundreds up at Liv, where Maddie at?

In the club grabbing titties like they hacky sacks

I'm so high I don't even know what the fuck I'm laughing at

I front my grams a pound of Runtz, she got cataracts

Drake in 2015, we going back to back

Catching seizures off the drank, this a Act attack

Me and Dre rolling up stank, now we passing gas

Playing Jenga with the mula, we stacking cash

Mari slow the beat down, I hate rapping fast

I be running out of breath like I got asthma

Driving Amber charger make me feel like a boat captain

I'm finna hit the road in a Buick Roadmaster

Make him put it on the set, he a known actor

My opp making diss songs, he a whole rapper

Let me catch you lacking at that show, it's a closed casket

Spank a nigga, treat him like my son, he a whole bastard

I'm about to have a Act attack, somebody pour up

Sold him Karo with some extra sugar, made him throw up

Spread the check on Instagram and now they wanna hold some

Baby J gone take ya off if you ain't on nothing

Niggas buying grams for 20 getting point 9s

My daddy drove a S550 back in 09

In high school I wanted to play ball but I ain't had no time

I was selling O's like I was playing O line

Dawg sister, she be moving fast but that hoe fine

I tried to sauce her up once but I was so fried

I'm glad I ain't, I found out she was sleeping with like four guys

She bought a Maxima but was asking for a cosign

Hell nah, I got good credit

A bitch'll fuck your situation up if you let em

Monkler really flexing, he just pulled up in a new Bentley

I don't know if that shit rented, but I suspect it

You rock the same shit I'm rocking, you is not special

And you be hating on the low, I cannot trust you

Paid the fee for this Louis V and I did not check it

I built my name off the streets, you should not test me

Twenty thousand on a piece, I am not flexing

Fanfan walk ya down for me but he a light stepper

Bought my bitch a brand new Model 3 but she don't like Teslas

I finessed her out the keys, now I might wreck it

We throwing hundreds up at Liv, where Maddie at?

In the club grabbing titties like they hacky sacks

I'm so high I don't even know what the fuck I'm laughing at

I front my grams a pound of Runtz, she got cataracts

Drake in 2015, we going back to back

Catching seizures off the drank, this a Act attack

Me and Dre rolling up stank, now we passing gas

Playing Jenga with the mula, we stacking cash