Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back @ It, artist - Lil Quill. Date of issue: 13.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Back @ It |
| I gotta sleep with that 40 |
| I gotta pee with that 40 |
| No cap |
| Come on |
| Iceburg big quill, we turn the motherfucking temperature |
| Please don’t think shit sweet cause we signed us a deal, get yo ass hit with |
| that Dillinger |
| Walk in the bank they already knowing us |
| Check, cleared we sign our signature |
| Niggas switch up, they faded right out of the picture |
| Me and my brother, stuck together forever |
| New spot new car everyday brand new cheddar championship |
| We popping like Bel-Air, gotta thank God |
| Boy the whole squad doing better |
| Heart so cold neck frozer then frigid air |
| Gotta lot of money but the hood niggas still there |
| Still on that bullshit no nigga get no spare |
| We passing these hoes I swear we don’t care |
| Bout dey feelings cause we drop the top on ceiling |
| Double R hit the gas cost a cool quarter million |
| Alexander McQueen just to push start ignition |
| Got the emerald cut on the bitch, it got 3D dimension |
| And free my dawg meek he got three different sentences |
| Gang started back and they put me against it |
| Iceberg got the Glock with the beam and extensions |
| Give a fuck what you heard 'cause you see I be getting it |
| Hoe, Tom Ford on my frames I can’t see out my lenses |
| So many bands in my pants and they D&G like really, bitch |
| Shit it get deep in these trenches, get beat out your britches, G |
| No cap, you never seen me with 50s |
| Know better the trap at the phone keep on ringing |
| Two double G fits, came from 15 at Lennox |
| He better not start cause my youngin gone finish it |
| Nigga want smoke, cause they gotta treat me like a chimney |
| Mhm |
| Niggas so hot when I stop got 'em asking for pictures |
| Niggas so black like a pastor I look like a bachelor |
| Spot got a hundred hoes in |
| No I’m not worry bout a nigga that hatin if they want it, know I shoot like my |
| name Cole Bennet |
| So many hundred on hundreds on top each other |
| They bust out my motherfuckin' skinnies |
| They ask about Quill, no I don’t know where he at |
| He somewhere counting up a Milli |
| You know that’s my blood, my twin We identical |
| We fucking on twins they say they biological |
| I was on block now they see me on articles |
| Right on her knees, that’s where your daughter go |
| Blow him away leave no particles |
| I don’t got no top on this auto-mo |
| Ice berg colder then Antarctica |
| Big body, let’s valet park it |
| So many pounds in back feel like I just then grew me a garden |
| We private jet, we departed |
| I got yo bitch, she get naughty |
| We rolling weed and I’m for it |
| I’m on the beat I won’t sleep till the morning |
| Double C on my feet, Louis V on my garment |
| He, ain’t bout that shit he rappin' bout |
| We never seen him in 'partments |
| G wagon seats in the rarri |
| We just got paid to go party |
| Invest that bag in my shortys |
| I keep that carbine not arguing |
| I’m going sleep with that 40 |
| I gotta pee with that 40 |
| I’m in the meeting with that 40 |
| Rock custom made drip, not no Nautica |
| Times Square price so I land in LaGuardia |
| Let’s get it |