Back N' Forth (feat. ChasingPackz)

Pull up with the gang we gone hop out the whip
My nigga's they crazy, they buss off the rip
I hang with some blood's but Lil E he a crip
If you play with the gang then i'm busting your lip
We shoot up the party, we make them get low
My nigga's they dropping bodies on the floor
Lil bro from the South so he throwing a four
And that bitch wanna fuck cause she know I'm gone blow

I ride for then men, if they right or they wrong
Chasing Packz making hit's they keep calling my phone
It was just me on the block with this Smith and this Crome
Nineteen with thirty i'm toating in my draws
I get the backend done when i'm cranking my song
I had to switch up my dip, pray to got that it blow
Told my bitch get the fuck this ain't Hustle & Flow
Geeking to slime me a nigga just give me the go

These nigga's be cap no they not in the trap
You know I ain't lacking the Glock on my lap
It's back to the streets I ain't fucking with rap
That nigga dissed me now he up off the map
That nigga dissed me now he up in a wood
They call me Trill Trey you know I'm living good
My gang banging red and im feeling like Suge
You can't come to the block, yeah we up in the hood

From the East to the South bitch im repping my hood
I'm the young nigga stepping on nigga's like a bug
I'm high off the lean and my cup filled with mud
I'm a ride for my brothers lets get that understood
Took a trip out of town thinking about my position
I'm back to they city I'm back to the digits
Nigga step out of line, had to whip out and hit it
Remember them day's I was serving and missing

Had to slime me a nigga you know i'm for real
We popping at opp's like we popping some pill's
That bitch wanna fuck because I got a deal
But I can not fuck cause im chasing a mill
That bitch wanna fuck because I got a bag
I walk in the mall I be popping them tags
I smoking on opp's I pull off in a jag
I'm repping my hood bitch you know I got swag

When I walk in the spot nigga hand me two bag
Looking wrong and I'm whipping my stick out the fast
Ghost when I dip with a thirty it's gone turn you to Casper
I got this dirt in my cup make me move like my last
I get the whip and I skrt and I swear I won't crash
Just me and bro on a lick and we hopped out the bag
I put two bands on a stick, got to make sure I tag
I know some nigga's been trapping for years and I pass