DJ Hoppa, Demrick, Lunar C, Emilio Rojas - Back To Back lyrics
[DJ Hoppa, Demrick, Lunar C, Emilio Rojas - Back To Back lyrics]
Niggas got a lot to say, I’m ok with that
Just stay out my way, we don’t play with that
(No, no, no) i came from around the way
I got away with that
So roll me another, we gone smoke
Them things back to back, back to back
I been smoking for a week, man I’m loaded
I’ve been noted
I’ve been quoted as the coldest nigga flowing
Never slowing down for nothing, fuck it
Got to keep it going
We on stage for the night
Got a flight in the morning
Like damn, got to thank god for a new day
I used to clean my Vans up with toothpaste
Now I got fans and my plans in a suitcase
Shit I been in Japan drinking 40s
With a couple bad shorties
Asked em do you want to
Orgy and that’s real shit
Imma let you deal with it for me
Jet fuel fly, let the raw papers burn up
Ain’t concerned much
I’m all about the turn up
Thinking back on the blocks where I served up
People talking like there’s places that
I can’t come back to
I can say that’s natural
They gone get at you
When you doing what they can’t do
Niggas got a lot to say, I’m ok with that
Just stay out my way, we don’t play with that
(No, no, no) i came from around the way
I got away with that
So roll me another, we gone smoke
Them things back to back, back to back
Contemplating my next move
Cause when they want what you
Got they don’t respect you
And they show it every time
Their mouths are open
That they hoping that we throw in the towel
But now we soaking in sun rays
Washington Heights, the whole city riding
Now we the shit to them same
Hoes that shitted on us
Sipping so much champagne we
Got liver problems
All these women rushing the stage
Like they was little mama
Venezuelan kid from the upper
I learned how to be a man
From the strength of my mother
My team a family
We giving thanks to each other
She give me good pussy
I’m a bad motherfucker
On my second passport, and it’s half full
I’m in a hotel gym doing back rolls
I ain’t lost my drive at all
I hit the back roads
And now I’m back at these cats’ throats
Brrrt
Niggas got a lot to say, I’m ok with that
Just stay out my way, we don’t play with that
(No, no, no) i came from around the way
I got away with that
So roll me another, we gone smoke
Them things back to back, back to back
All my moneys off the books
No one’s taxing that shit
The only check I ever signed
Were titties in Europe
Talk off and you might see why
You rappers ain't like me
Swinging but none of your punches
Are landing that Tai Chi
I write rhymes, burn weed, then fuck mouths
I count the money while your
Girl keeps the look out
The tour's into the third week I'm run down
But, I'll be going hard till
My work visa runs out
A bit hyperactive when I don’t smoke
I flip at motherfuckers random
Like freestyle gymnastics
I like my lasses thick like molasses
Yeah, dumb fat bitches is
What I find attractive
Got this beat from Hoppa
Smoking swishers in the Gold Coast
You was at home on your
Sofa eating cold toast
Almost made it, probably won’t make it back
As long as I get paid off this shit
I’m okay with that
Niggas got a lot to say, I’m ok with that
Just stay out my way, we don’t play with that
(No, no, no) i came from around the way
I got away with that
So roll me another, we gone smoke
Them things back to back, back to back
Just stay out my way, we don’t play with that
(No, no, no) i came from around the way
I got away with that
So roll me another, we gone smoke
Them things back to back, back to back
I been smoking for a week, man I’m loaded
I’ve been noted
I’ve been quoted as the coldest nigga flowing
Never slowing down for nothing, fuck it
Got to keep it going
We on stage for the night
Got a flight in the morning
Like damn, got to thank god for a new day
I used to clean my Vans up with toothpaste
Now I got fans and my plans in a suitcase
Shit I been in Japan drinking 40s
With a couple bad shorties
Asked em do you want to
Orgy and that’s real shit
Imma let you deal with it for me
Jet fuel fly, let the raw papers burn up
Ain’t concerned much
I’m all about the turn up
Thinking back on the blocks where I served up
People talking like there’s places that
I can’t come back to
I can say that’s natural
They gone get at you
When you doing what they can’t do
Niggas got a lot to say, I’m ok with that
Just stay out my way, we don’t play with that
(No, no, no) i came from around the way
I got away with that
So roll me another, we gone smoke
Them things back to back, back to back
Contemplating my next move
Cause when they want what you
Got they don’t respect you
And they show it every time
Their mouths are open
That they hoping that we throw in the towel
But now we soaking in sun rays
Washington Heights, the whole city riding
Now we the shit to them same
Hoes that shitted on us
Sipping so much champagne we
Got liver problems
All these women rushing the stage
Like they was little mama
Venezuelan kid from the upper
I learned how to be a man
From the strength of my mother
My team a family
We giving thanks to each other
She give me good pussy
I’m a bad motherfucker
On my second passport, and it’s half full
I’m in a hotel gym doing back rolls
I ain’t lost my drive at all
I hit the back roads
And now I’m back at these cats’ throats
Brrrt
Niggas got a lot to say, I’m ok with that
Just stay out my way, we don’t play with that
(No, no, no) i came from around the way
I got away with that
So roll me another, we gone smoke
Them things back to back, back to back
All my moneys off the books
No one’s taxing that shit
The only check I ever signed
Were titties in Europe
Talk off and you might see why
You rappers ain't like me
Swinging but none of your punches
Are landing that Tai Chi
I write rhymes, burn weed, then fuck mouths
I count the money while your
Girl keeps the look out
The tour's into the third week I'm run down
But, I'll be going hard till
My work visa runs out
A bit hyperactive when I don’t smoke
I flip at motherfuckers random
Like freestyle gymnastics
I like my lasses thick like molasses
Yeah, dumb fat bitches is
What I find attractive
Got this beat from Hoppa
Smoking swishers in the Gold Coast
You was at home on your
Sofa eating cold toast
Almost made it, probably won’t make it back
As long as I get paid off this shit
I’m okay with that
Niggas got a lot to say, I’m ok with that
Just stay out my way, we don’t play with that
(No, no, no) i came from around the way
I got away with that
So roll me another, we gone smoke
Them things back to back, back to back