Back To Back
I mix the Dior and Amiri
I get all up in my (Ha)
I mix the Dior and Amiri
My old bitches jealous
They say Diki scary
I get all up in my bag
When I'm in my feelings
I got hitters but don't brag
Want my niggas chillin
Me and Mel went back to back
Like a relay
Running to the money
Like we really in a speed race
Ain't no competition nigga everybody eats
Whole team winning
All my dawgs got a MVP
Started off a rookies
But always moved like a vet
Never saved a hoe
Don't got a S on my chest
I'm the best
At least that's how I feel in the booth
Most niggas cap
I get in here and tell the truth
Like
Like I really did 10 in a day
I really had 4 chops spinning in VA
I really got a couple bitches begging me to stay
You really missed out but babygirl it's ok
I walk around looking fresher than a mannequin
Ok
Only to the ladies I'm a gentleman
Ok
I pulled up to the party with the drip
My brother outside he tryna get in the grips
Please don't trip
Cuz it go down in the spot
Last nigga got hit
Almost went down in the spot
Wasn't even a op
He really was moving stupid
Taught that boy a lesson
And he ain't even a student
Losses turned to lessons
I'm going up but I'm humble
Snakes in the grass
I see em I never stumble
Gang bet on me
They told me that I'm the ticket
Changing on me
You told me that you the realest
I get it
Everything ain't really what it seems
Like we be up in the field
Ain't on a NFL team
I stayed prayered up
Walk with calm angels
Drippy nigga
I rock palm angels
Look up to niggas like Mitch
Wanna be ace in the beamers
Started off as ace in the cleaners
Started off as ace in the cleaners
Pray that I don't ever catch a Rico
Shoot that easy shot like a free throw
Don't do good wit words
You gotta show me you for me
I can't trust a bitch
It's hard to show me you love me
I mix the Dior and Amiri
My old bitches jealous
They say Diki scary
I get all up in my bag
When I'm in my feelings
I got hitters but don't brag
Want my niggas chillin
Me and Mel went back to back
Like a relay
Running to the money
Like we really in a speed race
Ain't no competition nigga everybody eats
Whole team winning
All my dawgs got a MVP
I get all up in my (Ha)
I mix the Dior and Amiri
My old bitches jealous
They say Diki scary
I get all up in my bag
When I'm in my feelings
I got hitters but don't brag
Want my niggas chillin
Me and Mel went back to back
Like a relay
Running to the money
Like we really in a speed race
Ain't no competition nigga everybody eats
Whole team winning
All my dawgs got a MVP
Started off a rookies
But always moved like a vet
Never saved a hoe
Don't got a S on my chest
I'm the best
At least that's how I feel in the booth
Most niggas cap
I get in here and tell the truth
Like
Like I really did 10 in a day
I really had 4 chops spinning in VA
I really got a couple bitches begging me to stay
You really missed out but babygirl it's ok
I walk around looking fresher than a mannequin
Ok
Only to the ladies I'm a gentleman
Ok
I pulled up to the party with the drip
My brother outside he tryna get in the grips
Please don't trip
Cuz it go down in the spot
Last nigga got hit
Almost went down in the spot
Wasn't even a op
He really was moving stupid
Taught that boy a lesson
And he ain't even a student
Losses turned to lessons
I'm going up but I'm humble
Snakes in the grass
I see em I never stumble
Gang bet on me
They told me that I'm the ticket
Changing on me
You told me that you the realest
I get it
Everything ain't really what it seems
Like we be up in the field
Ain't on a NFL team
I stayed prayered up
Walk with calm angels
Drippy nigga
I rock palm angels
Look up to niggas like Mitch
Wanna be ace in the beamers
Started off as ace in the cleaners
Started off as ace in the cleaners
Pray that I don't ever catch a Rico
Shoot that easy shot like a free throw
Don't do good wit words
You gotta show me you for me
I can't trust a bitch
It's hard to show me you love me
I mix the Dior and Amiri
My old bitches jealous
They say Diki scary
I get all up in my bag
When I'm in my feelings
I got hitters but don't brag
Want my niggas chillin
Me and Mel went back to back
Like a relay
Running to the money
Like we really in a speed race
Ain't no competition nigga everybody eats
Whole team winning
All my dawgs got a MVP
Credits
Writer(s): Sadiki Thomas
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