SwaveOnaWave - Back2Back Lyrics

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Back to back
How you doing that
When you you come from the gutter and snitch on yo brother then bihh you ain't shit but a sewer rat
I no longer love I no longer trust them I promise to God I'm so Through with that
Got racks in a bundle to make sure I'm covered cause right now I feel like the kooliest Kat
Man the rats in the circle we get in the huddle I'm pointing out like a quarterback
They all in the house but we flushing them out man yo ass a get caught when I set a trap
Get put in yo place when I come to your face and I know it's gone sting cause this been slap
Gave yu time after time after time after time to comply but I feel that this been a wrap

Uh Oh
If you run up on me that's a no no
Who watching my back that's the Broyo a
Stick be raising them up like a pole vault
They killing your brother your sister your mama your uncle ya daddy ya paw paw
They do it for cheap like a knock off
They say I'm on fire I got hot sauce

My drip a be wet Bobby Boshay
I'm adding the flavor like kool aid
Mean I stay on my feet like a shoelace
My money stay with me a roommate
I was hurting severe like a toothache
But I'm feeling refreshed I got toothpaste
We ball from the bottom a tupa
You tried to catch up but yu too late
Back to back
Back to back
Back to back
Back to back
Back to back
Back to back
How you doing that
When you you come from the gutter and snitch on yo brother then bihh you ain't shit but a sewer rat
I no longer love I no longer trust them I promise to God I'm so Through with that
Got racks in a bundle to make sure I'm covered cause right now I feel like the kooliest Kat

Tell me snitch on the gang I won't do it
Man I only speak real in my music
Don't do what you say it's confusing
Man my pockets be fat like Raspuita
Back 2 Backx5 it's a hit when I do it
Back 2 Backx4 when I get on a track ima lose it
Man I'm dripping this sauce need a bib
Feel I'm stuck in a cage like my ribs
Like a baby climb out of the crib
Go hard on the block get a steal
Did whatever It took for a meal
Man I'm giving them facts they feel
Like you don't have a pulse they got chills
Man they crowning me king of the hill
I know the haters keep me motivated
These nikqas snitching signing affidavits
We all at your neck and your chest like a fragrance
You get in that jam you gone cry like baby
You claiming you gang but you giving a statement
If you run up on me you get hit with a flagrant
I'm straight from the street like the mf pavement
You trynna book me gotta mother F*ckin pay me