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FastxMoney5 - Back 2 Back Lyrics



FastxMoney5 - Back 2 Back Lyrics
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We spinn back to back
Black surbaban truck
You know we'll handle that
Yo life be different when you pop out racks
Glock stashed with a 50, Ian trynna scrap
When you having motion, they acknowledge that
When you broke, them hoes get to falling back
Run up that bread, they gon be calling back
Stick on me, like it's manual, we ain't stallin,cap
Say you sliding block to block, we need proof on all of that
I big like Proof in Detroit, I'm servin white boy, like Em
Ima diamond out the rough, I've been balling out the gym(gem)
Hit the road with them Johnny's
Bought back country whiteboy, like Flynn
You could never catch me in the mix
I still carry around a gen
Never cared, no way no how,
I'll pay for a body, like im Kim
Keep a k at arms reach,
I'll send you higher, chop sing like Tems
Niggas didn't see me ballin, I played Hardball(Harbaugh), we stayed on field
Tell the county, lemme see y'all interrogations room tape and film
Been putting that pressure down, You can't feel the air in here
You can't see a check, just use yo ears
I can tell you how to get some money, just come here
It's ok Peter, I gotta draco clip, that's built like Peter Griffin
Ask kell we cooked fake dope in the kitchen,
Have you ever ran it up with yo brother,
And never looked in his pocket
Extortion, like abortions, he a baby, we off him
F*ck allat internet shit, let's go off prior knowledge
Spit so much game, I can start a college
Get yo money nigga, the streets you lost em
He don't know the price of death, but it'll cost him
I wanna see a no show at yo coffin
F*ck a opp, we ball like Spaulding, we all in
Touch one, thenwe all spin, 5 brown wood dracs, we a ceiling fan
Your shooting aftermarket clips, yo semi jam
We spin, shoot up the crib, hit the ceiling fan
To be honest you niggas been a fan
A lotta niggas go broke, trynna be the man
You can't beat em, Join em, You can't defeat the fam
Hating niggas, gon try to defeat the plan
We treat Kansas City as GTA
Top of my class, f*ck a gpa
To that bag I gotta ETA
It's going down, I see a opp Any day
Thousands ways to die, it's a million ways to get paid
Slide with a DE, this not a Nick Bosa
I bet we Chase Young he won't get away
Have you every seen a fully 10 mili spray
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We spinn back to back
Black surbaban truck
You know we'll handle that
Yo life be different when you pop out racks
Glock stashed with a 50, Ian trynna scrap
When you having motion, they acknowledge that
When you broke, them hoes get to falling back
Run up that bread, they gon be calling back
Stick on me, like it's manual, we ain't stallin,cap
Say you sliding block to block, we need proof on all of that
I big like Proof in Detroit, I'm servin white boy, like Em
Ima diamond out the rough, I've been balling out the gym(gem)
Hit the road with them Johnny's
Bought back country whiteboy, like Flynn
You could never catch me in the mix
I still carry around a gen
Never cared, no way no how,
I'll pay for a body, like im Kim
Keep a k at arms reach,
I'll send you higher, chop sing like Tems
Niggas didn't see me ballin, I played Hardball(Harbaugh), we stayed on field
Tell the county, lemme see y'all interrogations room tape and film
Been putting that pressure down, You can't feel the air in here
You can't see a check, just use yo ears
I can tell you how to get some money, just come here
It's ok Peter, I gotta draco clip, that's built like Peter Griffin
Ask kell we cooked fake dope in the kitchen,
Have you ever ran it up with yo brother,
And never looked in his pocket
Extortion, like abortions, he a baby, we off him
F*ck allat internet shit, let's go off prior knowledge
Spit so much game, I can start a college
Get yo money nigga, the streets you lost em
He don't know the price of death, but it'll cost him
I wanna see a no show at yo coffin
F*ck a opp, we ball like Spaulding, we all in
Touch one, thenwe all spin, 5 brown wood dracs, we a ceiling fan
Your shooting aftermarket clips, yo semi jam
We spin, shoot up the crib, hit the ceiling fan
To be honest you niggas been a fan
A lotta niggas go broke, trynna be the man
You can't beat em, Join em, You can't defeat the fam
Hating niggas, gon try to defeat the plan
We treat Kansas City as GTA
Top of my class, f*ck a gpa
To that bag I gotta ETA
It's going down, I see a opp Any day
Thousands ways to die, it's a million ways to get paid
Slide with a DE, this not a Nick Bosa
I bet we Chase Young he won't get away
Have you every seen a fully 10 mili spray
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Writer: Darron Howard
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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