Back to Back
We throwing hundreds up at Liv, where Maddie at?
In the club grabbing titties like they hacky sacks
I'm so high I don't even know what the fuck I'm laughing at
I front my grams a pound of Runtz, she got cataracts
Drake in 2015, we going back to back
Catching seizures off the drank, this a Act attack
Me and Dre rolling up stank, now we passing gas
Playing Jenga with the mula, we stacking cash
Mari slow the beat down, I hate rapping fast
I be running out of breath like I got asthma
Driving Amber charger make me feel like a boat captain
I'm finna hit the road in a Buick Roadmaster
Make him put it on the set, he a known actor
My opp making diss songs, he a whole rapper
Let me catch you lacking at that show, it's a closed casket
Spank a nigga, treat him like my son, he a whole bastard
I'm about to have a Act attack, somebody pour up
Sold him Karo with some extra sugar, made him throw up
Spread the check on Instagram and now they wanna hold some
Baby J gone take ya off if you ain't on nothing
Niggas buying grams for 20 getting point 9s
My daddy drove a S550 back in 09
In high school I wanted to play ball but I ain't had no time
I was selling O's like I was playing O line
Dawg sister, she be moving fast but that hoe fine
I tried to sauce her up once but I was so fried
I'm glad I ain't, I found out she was sleeping with like four guys
She bought a Maxima but was asking for a cosign
Hell nah, I got good credit
A bitch'll fuck your situation up if you let em
Monkler really flexing, he just pulled up in a new Bentley
I don't know if that shit rented, but I suspect it
You rock the same shit I'm rocking, you is not special
And you be hating on the low, I cannot trust you
Paid the fee for this Louis V and I did not check it
I built my name off the streets, you should not test me
Twenty thousand on a piece, I am not flexing
Fanfan walk ya down for me but he a light stepper
Bought my bitch a brand new Model 3 but she don't like Teslas
I finessed her out the keys, now I might wreck it
We throwing hundreds up at Liv, where Maddie at?
In the club grabbing titties like they hacky sacks
I'm so high I don't even know what the fuck I'm laughing at
I front my grams a pound of Runtz, she got cataracts
Drake in 2015, we going back to back
Catching seizures off the drank, this a Act attack
Me and Dre rolling up stank, now we passing gas
Playing Jenga with the mula, we stacking cash
In the club grabbing titties like they hacky sacks
I'm so high I don't even know what the fuck I'm laughing at
I front my grams a pound of Runtz, she got cataracts
Drake in 2015, we going back to back
Catching seizures off the drank, this a Act attack
Me and Dre rolling up stank, now we passing gas
Playing Jenga with the mula, we stacking cash
Mari slow the beat down, I hate rapping fast
I be running out of breath like I got asthma
Driving Amber charger make me feel like a boat captain
I'm finna hit the road in a Buick Roadmaster
Make him put it on the set, he a known actor
My opp making diss songs, he a whole rapper
Let me catch you lacking at that show, it's a closed casket
Spank a nigga, treat him like my son, he a whole bastard
I'm about to have a Act attack, somebody pour up
Sold him Karo with some extra sugar, made him throw up
Spread the check on Instagram and now they wanna hold some
Baby J gone take ya off if you ain't on nothing
Niggas buying grams for 20 getting point 9s
My daddy drove a S550 back in 09
In high school I wanted to play ball but I ain't had no time
I was selling O's like I was playing O line
Dawg sister, she be moving fast but that hoe fine
I tried to sauce her up once but I was so fried
I'm glad I ain't, I found out she was sleeping with like four guys
She bought a Maxima but was asking for a cosign
Hell nah, I got good credit
A bitch'll fuck your situation up if you let em
Monkler really flexing, he just pulled up in a new Bentley
I don't know if that shit rented, but I suspect it
You rock the same shit I'm rocking, you is not special
And you be hating on the low, I cannot trust you
Paid the fee for this Louis V and I did not check it
I built my name off the streets, you should not test me
Twenty thousand on a piece, I am not flexing
Fanfan walk ya down for me but he a light stepper
Bought my bitch a brand new Model 3 but she don't like Teslas
I finessed her out the keys, now I might wreck it
We throwing hundreds up at Liv, where Maddie at?
In the club grabbing titties like they hacky sacks
I'm so high I don't even know what the fuck I'm laughing at
I front my grams a pound of Runtz, she got cataracts
Drake in 2015, we going back to back
Catching seizures off the drank, this a Act attack
Me and Dre rolling up stank, now we passing gas
Playing Jenga with the mula, we stacking cash
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Writer(s): Michael Errar
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