Back To Back (feat. Future & Southside)

Real **** in my circle, you can't fit

Don't fuck with too many, be on some anti shit

I told her pull up, she asked me, "Do I trip?"

Right now, I'm fresh as hell, somebody take a flick

Pretty bitches back to back to back

Gang gang, back to back to back

Shooters threatenin' me, back to back to back

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Shooters

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Shooters

Back to back like rows, and matte black my Rover

Chop stick gon' show you, chop stick gon' blow you

Mop stick go ha, ha, ha

Back to back like rows, and matte black my Rover

Chop stick gon' show you, chop stick gon' blow you

Mop stick go ha, ha

They gon' heat me up, I've been tryna keep it cool with these lil' ****

They tried to stop the blower, too late my finger was already on the trigger

She call me shovel man, she like the way I pull up and I dig her

We fucked a hunnid times, they ask, I be like I ain't never hit her

Stop all that beatin' 'round the bush homie, say it with your chest

Got a lot of dog shit on me, know you probably smell it (Vroom, vroom)

Like my name, Jody pull in the 'Vette

Go and check the news Brodie, heard somebody stretched

In yo' feelings 'bout a bitch, lil' **** better get a grip

Tired of gettin' taxed for that shit, lil' **** take a trip

This shit I got right here fasho, I blow make everybody deaf

Went to visit Granny, she said, "What's that pokin' out your hip?"

I told Brodie walk behind so he can catch me if I slip

She on 1942, she beggin' me to take a sip

First she drove the boat, then she rode me like a ship

First you load it up, then you empty out the clip

I'm not no button, not no rack of clothes, that ain't no pressin' me

I got on 'Venchy, LV, no Nike but I got that check on me

If I swing this bitch from left to right, gon' have to check on your homie

Lil' bro'nem known for steppin' cars but they be on go for me

If you get a glimpse when I'm out, ****, it's bad luck

I just put 10 mill' in the pen, it made me feel better

I see the path and I DeBose, I'm cold with the blammer

My lil' young **** ran an M on the road, he a scammer (Run it up!)

Drippin' Moncler, splash, I'm covered in bezel

Bro I'm clever, vendettas, raw dope, it's whatever

I'm a rapper, but better, if I go I go betterer

I pour up, I don't measure, I smashed when I met her

I leveled up, my bread up, I'm fed up, it's pressure

It's gang gang, you can't hang, we slimin' out whoever

I keep it on, get stepped on in Mason Margiela

Got two cribs in Alpharetta, they down the street from each other

I know trap spots, my lil' one, he know the laptop

Shorty havin' Killtec, crazy Vic, he a vampire

Campin' right in front of your house and start up a campfire

I just did my number then formal, this one a landslide

Ain't gon' be no **** who diss you, I'm spinnin' back to back

Any **** say they want an issue, I'm going rat-a-tat

Fifty bullets sittin' in the clip, it got a **** arrogant

Murderers on murders, do murders, my natural habitat

Back to, back to, back to, back to, back to shooters, back to back

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