Adam Calhoun, Tom MacDonald - Back & Forth lyrics

Thomas MacDonald [Vancouver, Canada - L.A. U.S.]

[Adam Calhoun, Tom MacDonald - Back & Forth lyrics]

Me and Tom, back and forth
We've been goin' at it
And we ain't all there
Upstairs like an attic
Rappers all addicts it don't
Add up mathematics i'm on fire like matches
Lay you out like a mattress
We got palettes full of caskets
Got em' stacked up in the backwoods
Couple basket cases we're assassins
In some black hoods practically the baddest
Crackers rappin' yeah we're that good
Drag y'all to the trash like
A tablet or a MacBook
You trash like a dumpster
You get shot like a jumper
Tie em' up drag em' from
The back of the bumper
Get attacked with an axe like
Yo ass made of lumber
My haters are so deer to me
Surprise I'm the hunter
Hit em' with that blicky watch
Em' lean like they tipsy
Finger pull the trigger quickly kill all
The rats and blew the Mickey
Listen you can't kill me, pull
Up, bumping many men, by 50
I've been double-fistin' pistols like
I'm 15 drinkin' wisky

Click, bang motherfucker
I don't play no games
(Got it out the mud, got it
Out the mud, got it, got it)
Click, bang motherfucker
I don't play no games
(Crazy white boy! Crazy white boy)
Click click click click, bang motherfucker
Bang motherfucker
Bang, bang, bang motherfucker
Bang motherfucker click bang motherfucker
I don't play no games
(I don't fuck with people who fuck with
People who don't fuck with me)

You lookin' at the tag team champs
We've been tougher than them
This machete like a chorus
It get stuck in yo head
Or the horror movie haunting
You alone in your bed
Like an orgy on a campin'
Trip it's fuckin' in tents close the vent
Open up the window let the air in
Breathe, got this desert eag' barely
Fittin' in my jeans
Imma point it where you sneeze
I ain't aimin' for yo knees
We the dopest white shit ever since Medellin
Ay doper than the white
That you been puttin'
Up your nose again we don't need no rolled
Up dollar bill
We dope as blow with no cocaine
Goin' solo down the fast lane Ricky Bobby
Bob and Weave, this ain't no hobby to me
We don't come in last place
Bad to the bone, me and Adam trashin'
Your home would you like plastic or chrome?
Rap back, blastin' your dome pour some gas
On the floor, then light a match and we gone
I'll meet you at the back door
And park the car in they lawn

Click, bang motherfucker
I don't play no games
(Got it out the mud, got it
Out the mud, got it, got it)
Click, bang motherfucker
I don't play no games
(Crazy white boy! Crazy white boy)
Click click click click, bang motherfucker
Bang motherfucker
Bang, bang, bang motherfucker
Bang motherfucker click bang motherfucker
I don't play no games
(I don't fuck with people who fuck with
People who don't fuck with me)

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