Lyrics Back To Back - SOB X RBE

Back To Back

Bitch I’m in the field, I’m on the block wit' it
Tell my niggas up the score, I won’t stop trippin'
All this money comin' in, I can’t stop gettin'
You know I keep a stick, ain’t no stock wit' me
Rockin' with the forty, ain’t no nine wit' me
A couple niggas turned bitch, I can’t rock wit' 'em
If it’s funk, my niggas they gon' ride for me
These my brothers, ain’t no question, they gon' slide for me
I gotta keep a stick, ain’t no stock on me
Let a nigga try me, I’ma drop sum'
I can’t let a nigga take me from my baby no, no
I can’t let a nigga take me from my mama, no (noo)
A couple bodies gettin' dropped for T. O
I just wanna get the top, then I’m gone
Niggas say they want funk, but they don’t
See this Glock, he don’t wanna be a thug anymore
Pouring fours for the cup
S block with the thugs
Big chop full of slugs
Got no trust or no love, for a bitch or a nigga
Full clip for a nigga, two sticks on a nigga, yeah
Baby come brave on a nigga, aye
My only fear is you cheatin' on a nigga, aye
They can’t wait for the day they catch me slippin'
Got 30 plus in it, I’ma empty out this pimpin'
Bitch I’m in the field, I’m on the block wit' it
Tell my niggas up the score, I won’t stop trippin'
All this money comin' in, I can’t stop gettin'
You know I keep a stick, ain’t no stock wit' me
Rockin' with the forty, ain’t no nine wit' me
A couple niggas turned bitch, I can’t rock wit' 'em
If it’s funk, my niggas they gon' ride for me
These my brothers, ain’t no question, they gon' slide for me
Too many turned on me, I can’t trust no one
You claim you a shooter, but ain’t bust no one
Keep it on me cause I gotta see my son grow up
When I was down who was there for a nigga?
No one
How the fuck y’all trynna funk but ain’t got no guns?
Talkin' all that cash shit, but ain’t got no funds
A bandit 'til I have my lil' niggas on sum’n
I’ma get that shoota back, lil' nigga, don’t dump
They know, they know
It’s on me, fa sho
Leave a nigga face swole
In the field, when it’s funk
I keep a bankroll
Pour a four in the Faygo
Love these hoes?
I can’t, no
And, my nigga, I’ll never change up
Bitch I’m in the field, I’m on the block wit' it
Tell my niggas up the score, I won’t stop trippin'
All this money comin' in, I can’t stop gettin'
You know I keep a stick, ain’t no stock wit' me
Rockin' with the forty, ain’t no nine wit' me
A couple niggas turned bitch, I can’t rock wit' 'em
If it’s funk, my niggas they gon' ride for me
These my brothers, ain’t no question, they gon' slide for me
These my brothers, ain’t no question, they gon' slide for me
These my brothers, ain’t no question, they gon' slide for me