Tay B, FMB DZ - Back 2 Back lyrics
[Tay B, FMB DZ - Back 2 Back lyrics]
All facts lil' nigga huh
Yea I heard you in that G wagon
Not the Benz one, bitch the Ford one
You can't afford one
You ain't never made six G's
Huh, Nigga, my car don't even take CDs
You in fake Balmain's word to DZ's
You in fake diamonds word to CZ's
I ran it up and went ignant word to Tay B
Everything push to start bitch I hate keys
Shoutout to that motherfuckin' road
Cause It made me
I was taking trips to AZ, I was 18
Y'all be on Instagram posting fake cheese
Put that pistol in yo face, pussy say cheese
I wear my shit anywhere come and take these
I just found a thousand pack for the 18
Tryna put my niggas in gold like the A Team
And I'll pity any fool trying to take these
If you don't do what you 'posed to do
Shit prolly end up stretching you
Probably gone fuck and get the neck from you
Probably get the best of you
Then probably gone end up neglecting you
I 'ont really like to do the seconds boo
A hundred round drum
Nigga you can catch some extras too
Later when I'm done Imma pour a
4 up in a Mountain Dew
Boy you ain't my mans
Don't shake my hands, 'iont fuck with you
Took some niggas years to get this far
It took a month or two
I get in my feelings pop a perc
Or blow a blunt or two
RIP Uncle Mudd wish that I could
Sip a cup with you
When them boys caught you
I wish I was in the cut with you
I'd do what I'm supposed to do
Can't let 'em get close to you yeaaah
Young boss nigga I do boss shit
You ain't getting money you
Just talk shit huh
You don't wanna beef cause we chalk shit
We don't play hard cause we came
Up off soft shit huh
And you lost up in the sauce bitch
I ain't get this from my
Mama bitch I bought this
I ain't drive on that rode
Bitch I caught this huh
Randy Moss shit huh, get it off quick
I got that work and it ain't cheap
Really in that water
Bitch I be swimming in the deep
Bitch all in my face
She keep asking if I'm me
The bitch thought I was lying so
She asked to see my teeth
Got a new bitch every week
That's yo bitch we just creep
And the shit she'll never do for
You she do for me
Nigga hop off my dick might
As well go and leap
And you shop from low to high
'lil boy you hella cheap
And she wanna fuck with me
Told the bitch say please na
Now hit yo knees, huh
These niggas paying 50 dollars
For some fake lean
These niggas paying 50 dollars
For some fake jeans i had to get up off my
Ass I was tired of chilling
Nigga play with that bag
You must be tired of living
I'll slide with them sticks
You know my position
Nigga can't tell me shit I
Make my own decisions
Walk in Silver Rain and throw a bitch tuition
While I'm playing but it still glisten
Seen his bitch around the gang
He got in his feelings
Bitch I made my own lane
I see no competition
That's just how I'm feeling
Yea I heard you in that G wagon
Not the Benz one, bitch the Ford one
You can't afford one
You ain't never made six G's
Huh, Nigga, my car don't even take CDs
You in fake Balmain's word to DZ's
You in fake diamonds word to CZ's
I ran it up and went ignant word to Tay B
Everything push to start bitch I hate keys
Shoutout to that motherfuckin' road
Cause It made me
I was taking trips to AZ, I was 18
Y'all be on Instagram posting fake cheese
Put that pistol in yo face, pussy say cheese
I wear my shit anywhere come and take these
I just found a thousand pack for the 18
Tryna put my niggas in gold like the A Team
And I'll pity any fool trying to take these
If you don't do what you 'posed to do
Shit prolly end up stretching you
Probably gone fuck and get the neck from you
Probably get the best of you
Then probably gone end up neglecting you
I 'ont really like to do the seconds boo
A hundred round drum
Nigga you can catch some extras too
Later when I'm done Imma pour a
4 up in a Mountain Dew
Boy you ain't my mans
Don't shake my hands, 'iont fuck with you
Took some niggas years to get this far
It took a month or two
I get in my feelings pop a perc
Or blow a blunt or two
RIP Uncle Mudd wish that I could
Sip a cup with you
When them boys caught you
I wish I was in the cut with you
I'd do what I'm supposed to do
Can't let 'em get close to you yeaaah
Young boss nigga I do boss shit
You ain't getting money you
Just talk shit huh
You don't wanna beef cause we chalk shit
We don't play hard cause we came
Up off soft shit huh
And you lost up in the sauce bitch
I ain't get this from my
Mama bitch I bought this
I ain't drive on that rode
Bitch I caught this huh
Randy Moss shit huh, get it off quick
I got that work and it ain't cheap
Really in that water
Bitch I be swimming in the deep
Bitch all in my face
She keep asking if I'm me
The bitch thought I was lying so
She asked to see my teeth
Got a new bitch every week
That's yo bitch we just creep
And the shit she'll never do for
You she do for me
Nigga hop off my dick might
As well go and leap
And you shop from low to high
'lil boy you hella cheap
And she wanna fuck with me
Told the bitch say please na
Now hit yo knees, huh
These niggas paying 50 dollars
For some fake lean
These niggas paying 50 dollars
For some fake jeans i had to get up off my
Ass I was tired of chilling
Nigga play with that bag
You must be tired of living
I'll slide with them sticks
You know my position
Nigga can't tell me shit I
Make my own decisions
Walk in Silver Rain and throw a bitch tuition
While I'm playing but it still glisten
Seen his bitch around the gang
He got in his feelings
Bitch I made my own lane
I see no competition
That's just how I'm feeling