Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back to Back, artist - DaBoiiDate of issue: 23.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Back to Back |
| Yeah, Top Shotter, and Dondada, DBoii what up? |
| Boy, you ain’t no motherfuckin' boss |
| You ain’t the nigga wit' the juice, you ain’t the nigga wit' the sauce |
| Park a whip up over here I think them niggas lost |
| Soon as they declare it’s on them niggas getting offed |
| Bape jacket on cost a couple thousand |
| We pull up with big shit that blow up houses |
| These lil' niggas don’t want no static |
| Riding 'round with the boogie man in the 4matic |
| Too many seeds up in one blunt, boy who you copped it from? |
| And don’t you ask me what this go for, you don’t got the funds |
| Boy be careful who you mugging, I am not the one |
| Rich nigga, hit the mall and I shop for fun |
| Weird bitch out the way I think she gothic |
| All she do is run through the beans and bring me profit |
| Yeah Fmb, yeah SOB them my patnas |
| Yeah make the call huh we gon' pull up with them choppas |
| FMB DZ that’s my Rasta |
| Guapanese, what my jeans hold a lot of |
| Thirty clip, in our Glocks put the stocks up |
| Nigga get your blunt up out my face, I will not puff |
| I got a F&N, blue tips with the flashlight |
| Got my cash right, I just handled three from last night |
| Yeah I got four bitches in the coupe they all bad |
| I know some old niggas from my hood they all mad |
| And don’t put your trust up in me you will get back door |
| If that bitch give me a wink I’m leaving her back broke |
| I know some bitches that be jokes but bitch you a bad joke |
| And nigga ain’t shit funny, the fuck did you laugh for? |
| I put that pistol to your head you fuck with little brodie |
| My mama keep me in her prayers 'cause them demons on me |
| Nigga get up out my face 'cause you don’t even know me |
| I keep money, can’t keep bitches but I keep a .40 |
| Umm I can’t keep a bitch to save my life |
| Shout out to the plug, he lowered the price |
| Bitch I make a bag in every state I land in |
| This a quarter million dollar car that I’m playing in |
| We the reason why the other side be staying in |
| Hudson jeans what I’m wearing, these ain’t H&M's |
| And I’m just dropping off dick, heard you ate the bitch |
| And yeah that shit sound good and all but I ain’t convinced |
| Cell phone slapping, house got a lot a traps |
| You a rapper, I’m a trapper bust a brick without the wrapper |
| Got some niggas that’s gon' pull up, let some shots off for me |
| Got 7.62's that’ll go through a tree |
| First thing on my mind, get in the booth |
| I got the juice, Bishop and Q |
| Why I wanna fuck? Bitch 'cause you cute |
| Why I can’t hold my tongue? Bitch 'cause I’m rude |
| Everybody claim they real somebody gotta be faking |
| All them obstacles I dodged, somebody gotta be praying |
| Why everybody wanna rush? Somebody gotta be patient |
| Too much fake love in the air somebody gotta be hating |
| I done took risks you would never take |
| No discipline up in your gang, it’s time to regulate |
| Cash in my pick, bitch come get on me with the devil face |
| Puff a cloud up out this blunt then you gon' levitate |