Back 2 Back
Action Pack
Still in the A makin' players a player
Damn I already burgled the Bay
Racks up to my ear, give a fuck what you say
It's only right, put this shit in their face
Bae tryna fuck her, she know that I'm popping
Only wrist in my pocket, don't carry no wallet
Bae had this shit, in the barge just like Randy
I'm hard on the bitch so she say that I'm cocky
I done puttin' these sticks in my boxes, me I ain't boxing
Tryna put nigga on FOX
Bitch tryna hang with the gang, guns and 'em knives
She gon' buy tha' whole Coupe, Glock
Put the narcotic zone, high speed
Who's on track, holla know you can't catch this
(Skrr) and I got ice on me
Got the shit a long way, but I ain't pee-wee, yeah
Nigga don't want no smoke, spit came up this bad, no hoe
Rain up the bread, know I got a loaf
I heard what he said but I know that he a hoe
Ay, we gat so many rounds in this bitch
They don't need a lot
Ay, ay, mhmm, ay
Ay
I take off, but I don't run off from my 'migo
'Cause he giving me pound for the dealo'
I hate the bitch, she ain't nothin' but a freak though
She give me nigga, that ho got him
Lethal, I'm tired of the cappin'
Yeah I turned your shit off 'cause I can't even believe what you rapping
My young boy gon' admit to talk with a passion
And I'm fresh to death like I hopped outta casket
S on the Challenger, who wanna race?
Our fools were crazy, they shit in my face
Put up they feet, then they stand off with drinks
VVS Gucci's, the ones with no lace
Heard you were gold but you hang out with snakes
Break up my night mama, take off your face
CMG niggas, we lit up the base
Free Miley Damon, he fightin' the case
Soon they'll release him, his prisoner gate
Kind of 380 took me two days
Dropped that incision, they feelin' the wave
Play if you want, we slide for days
Bitch I've been loaded, got bankin' for days
I'm not pickin' up shit 'cause I got me a maid
Draco like club, boys gon' makin' some fade
I came from no jungle, I build me a cave
Draco mosquito, catfish pusher, she creole
Slide in that pussy like Neo
I spotted Miami, I'm thuggin' my feet up
Ay, ay
But we so fuckin' high, that bitch
Yeah, yeah, you understand me
I'm like, I'm like-
AP what's up nigga?
Yeah, you know we run the street, nigga
Yeah, big player
Start my own wave, I ain't follow no trend
I ain't shootin' in no houses, I hopped out and I met your face
I'm rockin' Dolce and Gabbana
Step in the room and you know that I drip out the place
Yeah, you know I ain't hand, born probably in hood
Yeah, ran off on the plug, yeah you know he was good
Ain't discussin' no, why see that shit understood
Locker transmission off, still in the hood
I got to smilin', she jumped out her panties
You know I be wildin', I stay with a cannon
Drag that bitch out like that bitch was abandoned
Fuck the amphetamines back to Miami
We hit your blob at the bank
And you know that we slide with the motherfuckin' glock
And I ain't takin' off my Friday
Where were you, show out that day, were you dyin'
Back precision, high as a pilot
Take some from who, I pray that you tried it
Hey little mama, come show me that pussy
I told her "Bend over," DD gonna rook it
Glock .19 no safety, you just gotta pull it
Big dog set alight, took it
Smokin' my face off
Escape pad, look how we take off
I'll cover your opp, I'll send my lil' niggas
I'm takin' a rest, yeah the day off
Still in the A makin' players a player
Damn I already burgled the Bay
Racks up to my ear, give a fuck what you say
It's only right, put this shit in their face
Bae tryna fuck her, she know that I'm popping
Only wrist in my pocket, don't carry no wallet
Bae had this shit, in the barge just like Randy
I'm hard on the bitch so she say that I'm cocky
I done puttin' these sticks in my boxes, me I ain't boxing
Tryna put nigga on FOX
Bitch tryna hang with the gang, guns and 'em knives
She gon' buy tha' whole Coupe, Glock
Put the narcotic zone, high speed
Who's on track, holla know you can't catch this
(Skrr) and I got ice on me
Got the shit a long way, but I ain't pee-wee, yeah
Nigga don't want no smoke, spit came up this bad, no hoe
Rain up the bread, know I got a loaf
I heard what he said but I know that he a hoe
Ay, we gat so many rounds in this bitch
They don't need a lot
Ay, ay, mhmm, ay
Ay
I take off, but I don't run off from my 'migo
'Cause he giving me pound for the dealo'
I hate the bitch, she ain't nothin' but a freak though
She give me nigga, that ho got him
Lethal, I'm tired of the cappin'
Yeah I turned your shit off 'cause I can't even believe what you rapping
My young boy gon' admit to talk with a passion
And I'm fresh to death like I hopped outta casket
S on the Challenger, who wanna race?
Our fools were crazy, they shit in my face
Put up they feet, then they stand off with drinks
VVS Gucci's, the ones with no lace
Heard you were gold but you hang out with snakes
Break up my night mama, take off your face
CMG niggas, we lit up the base
Free Miley Damon, he fightin' the case
Soon they'll release him, his prisoner gate
Kind of 380 took me two days
Dropped that incision, they feelin' the wave
Play if you want, we slide for days
Bitch I've been loaded, got bankin' for days
I'm not pickin' up shit 'cause I got me a maid
Draco like club, boys gon' makin' some fade
I came from no jungle, I build me a cave
Draco mosquito, catfish pusher, she creole
Slide in that pussy like Neo
I spotted Miami, I'm thuggin' my feet up
Ay, ay
But we so fuckin' high, that bitch
Yeah, yeah, you understand me
I'm like, I'm like-
AP what's up nigga?
Yeah, you know we run the street, nigga
Yeah, big player
Start my own wave, I ain't follow no trend
I ain't shootin' in no houses, I hopped out and I met your face
I'm rockin' Dolce and Gabbana
Step in the room and you know that I drip out the place
Yeah, you know I ain't hand, born probably in hood
Yeah, ran off on the plug, yeah you know he was good
Ain't discussin' no, why see that shit understood
Locker transmission off, still in the hood
I got to smilin', she jumped out her panties
You know I be wildin', I stay with a cannon
Drag that bitch out like that bitch was abandoned
Fuck the amphetamines back to Miami
We hit your blob at the bank
And you know that we slide with the motherfuckin' glock
And I ain't takin' off my Friday
Where were you, show out that day, were you dyin'
Back precision, high as a pilot
Take some from who, I pray that you tried it
Hey little mama, come show me that pussy
I told her "Bend over," DD gonna rook it
Glock .19 no safety, you just gotta pull it
Big dog set alight, took it
Smokin' my face off
Escape pad, look how we take off
I'll cover your opp, I'll send my lil' niggas
I'm takin' a rest, yeah the day off
Credits
Writer(s): Logan Christopher, William Joseph Valella, Action Pack Ap
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