K-Trap, C1 - Back 2 Back lyrics

(Ayy ayy ayy ayy, MZY, turn me up)
(H1K made this)
(Four7)
Test waps in a park, that's our local forest
Make sure it's full with hollows
No Amiris today, it's a tracksuit
Just drove on an opp block, told bro
"Quiet the revs"

No Amiris today, it's a tracksuit (LT)
I ain't no average black yute (Yeah)
Pull up at functions, Musical Statues
You don't want me plus S tryna catch you
(Ayy, come 'ere)
All blacked out, that's Skid tryna blam you
(Bap)
How you leavin' your bro? That's a mad move
(Bap)
Smokin' Timmy, we don't lack booze
Solly and Bally, 'course we smoke that too
(Safe, safe)


Ridin' around gets tirin'
Can't see nuttin' like toast in the winter
(Nuttin', nuttin')
Me and them boys could never do a link up
See us in the field and you
Better have your chin tucked
(LT)
White girl Linda, boy, she a drinker (Uh)
We didn't meet her on Tinder (No, we never)
We ain't goin' UpTop for no mix up
(No, we ain't)
Jump out, let it roll like Simba
(Yo, bap, bap)

I hate when I'm runnin' out men (Fuck)
I jump out the ride
I'm runnin' with a skeng
(I'm runnin')
Really, we wanted a bredrin
(Ugh) , but bro flung it at the friend (Bap)
Make sure it's full with hollows
Six in a spin
Seven on eight and a nine or ten
(Ten)
Just drove on an opp block, told bro
"Quiet the revs"
(Nyoom)
Spot it-spot it-spot it, drop it, yes
Settle with the cabbage, but nuttin' less
(Nuttin')
Eight in the 'Retta
That's when I'm on ends
With 'em, hop out for the mess (Grrt, baow)
Don't turn pack, you're blessed, two
Waps out, don't get back
We're stressed
One in the head (One)
Told bro, "Jump out and check"
We ain't tryna get back and guess
(No)

Test waps in a park, that's our local forest
(LT)
Lil' man got shot then another got shot
If I talk out loud, it's horrid (Yeah)
Live in the streets, can't tell man
"Stop it!"
(No)
Me and my brothers are always the topic
(Yeah)
Get 'round there, cock shit then pop shit
(Bap, bap)
Get right back to the ends and lock this
(Lock it)
Fuck these bitches, they wanna be toxic
(Safe)
Six shot spin, you know how it gets
One in the head, put one in the chest
(Put one in the chest)
Never aim for the legs
Catch that, ying that, ride for your friends
(Yeah)
Hillside gang, LT to the end
If you wanna chat wass
Then we're slidin' again
(We're slidin' again)
Got-got-got him hidin' again
They don't really want the
Mandem wildin' again
(No, no)

I'm too old to be knowin' these faces
(Yeah)
I told lil' man, "Go, anyone
You see lookin' old enough
Just blaze him"
(Baow)
Turn that to a patient (Patient)
Sittin' there wipin' a spinner
V turns pack then we're lightin' the dinger
(Light it)
You ain't gonna ride for your nigga
You're goin' on live and typin' on Twitter
(Ugh)
That ain't-that ain't a way
Just chattin' a way
Go pattern the place and level the score
(Yeah)
Hide with them in your own
Discretion, bro don't care
He'll pellet at a whore
(Bap)
We ain't tryna jump out lettin' off once
Run that down, start gettin' more (Bap, bap)
Find it weird when I see man lackin'
Like gangnem didn't get him before
(Ha)

They all wanna know what we do
But they can't
(No)
All this shit and I still ain't been France
(Never)
Firm man's jump, that's a gunman stance
Runnin' that down, how you run so fast?
(How?)
Me and them boys ain't in the same class
And you know this
Suttin' got shot down fast
(Bap)
Fucked that once, only had one chance
Swang it to bro, I ain't havin' a laugh
(My boy)
Bro had the Yardie screamin', "Rass"
(Rass)
Attempted M's ain't part of the task
(No, they ain't)
I don't wanna hear no verbal
I don't even care if a nigga don't chart
(Fuck it, fuck it)
Still got bine, tryna turn man grass
(Bap, bap)
Do it for the Snap', love shakin' her arse
(Love shakin' her arse)
She love shakin' her arse
She don't really want her man
Pullin' up to the dance
(No)

H-H1K made this
Four7