Aasim, Black Rob - Back N Forth lyrics

Yeah aasim, Black Rob, nigga
It's what it is come on, man

I done turn my thing up, b
We'll see what's what
Hoes follow me around like
Mister Softee truck
Whether New York or overseas, b
I'm international
You don't move, you don't get hurt
Let's keep it rational
I'm in the whip, I'm chip like Lil' Flip
Shorty mean body, earring in her lip
Gentleman and a gangsta, yeah, I be him
Need a chick with a whip, job, and I be him

Bitches spreadin' on Aas' like bars of butter
Unemployed they could give blowjobs
For the summer
By the guard A1 so I'm fly when I'm stuntin'
Twelve, twelve skinny D train
Style when I'm hustlin' in my Polo shirt
Lookin' like I'm modelin' somethin'
Style offi-ci-al
Got a broad swallowin' somethin'
You actin' like Aas' ain't got
The power or somethin'
Cops chasin' like I knocked down
The tower or somethin'

Big Mike shouts to the whole Bad Boy family
Whole EOB it's young Big Mike, Aasim, you
Know what this is, man
Straight heat diddy, Comrade, RPM, Lindsay
Sean Press, Henrock, Fran, Raheem

Fuck a train
I'm in the S5 double over 'crylic
The realest
Foes die hard like Bruce Willis do damage
Honeys know what Blackie about
'Cause, I beat the pussy up
Like it's a heavyweight bout
She wet like Niagara falls and that's all
Couple drinks is all it took to
Get her out them drawers, cousin
Now she all foul
You shoulda seen how she was
Tryna hold the dick like it
Was goin' outta style

Now, now, calm down
There's more than enough of this
Dick to go around you lost in the sauce just
Waitin' to be found
The block so hot I watched house burn down
Your spouse turn missin' when
Gorillas come around
Underground like the E and the F train
Your left brain gone on E
But, your right brain skeet off X
I'm like a porn star, hunger pain
Feed off sex

You know what this shit is, man
Shout out to Chopper, Ness, Lexi
Wize Gutta, Kai, Rev, Mon, Samsung, how we do
Cousin E, what up?

Baggin' broads on the block
Sellin' bags of trees
You're now rockin' with the sounds
Of the God Aasim
Run the trizzy after hours is the song I sing
Bitch I'm nasty, I got stories to tell
You could hear about 'em later
When you call my crib
I got a great I30 on the Maybach rims
My I30 broke down, Rob lent me the Benz
If the Benz break down, I'm fucked up again
Call Sean C, brought me the keys to the 'Lac
But, if the 'Lac break down
Then I'm pushin' the Ac'
But, if the Ac' break down
Then the shit is a wrap
I gotta take the train, take the train
But, I only got enough to
Get there and not back

And if she can't suck dick
Then the honey can try
And the sweet smoke in the
Best shit money can buy
Fam', see after the fame it's monumental
Still can't touch the shit
That I been through
I did it all illegal, I got it now where my
Bitch'll leave you
Right on the curb for some bald eagle
Dollar, dollar, dollar dollar bill, y'all
How you go from gettin' mill's to
Gettin' scraps from the hill, daddy?

Bad Boy, EOB shit we so on top of this