Back2back

Ok uh yeah
Ok
M-U-L-A that's heem ok
P-R-I-N-C-E ok
Can't forget the 4BP ok
Running laps on these Detroit beats ok
I'm the hottest in this bitch, it ain't no competition
I know I said that shit before, but shit I really meant it
I been killing society, I'm a fucking menace
Going BACK2BACK on beats, we ain't got a limit

Ah shit damn here we go again
Slapped a goofy nigga just for tryin to sell me fake Xans
Nigga if he owe me better pay me, need my check advance
Brodie steady playing with these drums like he in the band
Told the bitch, I only want your head, you can keep your pants
I only want your bread, why you trying to kiss and hold hands
Told me it was smoke, why the fuck you trying to shake my hand
Posted on your browser, got my bitch trapping only fans
Uh big whips taking up the fucking intersection
Big sticks, it ain't for show, it's just for protection
These niggas listen when I'm talking like it's Hey Alexa
What I be saying affect the city like the mayor said it
Ayy, I like my money in all blues, I guess I'm kinda racist
Pocket full of hundred bills, I ain't into changin
Only fuck with bad hoes and they ain't nothing basic
Slidin around in SRTs, I ain't into breaking
Uh took the chain off nigga neck, I guess he kinda naked
Heard these niggas pillow talking, guess I'm kinda hated
I was starving now I'm not, I guess I kinda made it
Picasso on her face, I guess I'm kinda painting
Ayy, he said it's smoke, we gon pull up like it's Uber Eats
I got heavy grams on these Cubans, this shit cooling me
See me up in person, now he acting like he cool with me
You niggas only popping on the gram, y'all ain't fooling me
Uh it's just me, myself, and I ain't no opposition
And these niggas is Pebbles, so I ain't rocking with him
You ain't worth my bullets, I'll sock a nigga
Pack punch, he eating sack lunch through a straw nigga
It ain't hard to tell I'm him, I'm really official
It ain't hard to tell we got it, this shit beneficial
The tops of whip when we slide, really presidential
You niggas clicking up to haters, got me feeling special
Uh we got stars up in the roof, that's with us recording
We the stars up in this bitch and that's really important
My nigga got on foreign kicks, he had em imported
I got a bad foreign bitch always calling me gorgeous

Aye can't compare me to your nigga, I'm very important
I can't conversate with niggas, they really informants
This F&N will have you gone, deported and escorted
Brody sending shots at opps, he really into scoring
I don't give two fucks, think I'm from the Clan, I got BlueBucks
You stuck, all your niggas dying, get your crew dug
The whip a four door, but can't get in, bitch I'm couped up
She sucking on my noodle man I'm in here getting souped up
And today the Weeknd, so she finna show the Crew Love
Can't show your boo love, I ain't Boo'd up, I ain't Ella Mai
In the stu with Marty Mula, check the records yeah we getting paid
Throwing haymakers BACK2BACK on beats like we running fades
They can't fuck with us
On my mama
Bitch



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Writer(s): Prince Washington
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