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Lyrify.me

Back 2 Back by GMD Jay Q Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2020

We ain't kill the nigga but you know we smokin on his pack
K pack roll that nigga up we smokin back to back
Fuck that fuck what you be claiming fuck hunnit racks
Fuck that finna make a movie ld grab the mask
These niggas be bitches (Huh)
See it in they pictures (Huh)
These niggas be snitching (Huh)
Ain't no way dey fixing it
Pop him like a edible
These niggas be so federal
Real deal felon
Leave him dead just like a vegetable
These niggas be bitches (Huh)
See it in they pictures (Huh)
These niggas be snitching (Huh)
Ain't no way dey fixing it
Pop him like a edible
These niggas be so federal
Real deal felon
Leave him dead just like a vegetable
Outta prison turnin up
Smoking opps we burn it up
Stealing clothes yall lame as fuck
That nigga lied yall dumb as fuck
Yo cousin we beat em up
Tryin shit come test yo luck
Said you miss yo homie
Ima send you up to see the bruh
Talkin shit though
See yo home and kick the back door
Seen the window
Ima shoot yuu through the peep hole
Stole my lingo
Yuu was broke and ain't get no hoes
Now a street nigga
You a bitch ya you a bozo
Pull up wit the choppa stick
We see that hoe we rob the bitch
Ima steady pop my shit
Cause you know you can't stop dat shit
You steady be talkin shit
All on the snap just like a bitch
Please dont bring yo mamma
We gon split the bitch
She ride the dick
I still hate designer
Ima fuck yo mama
Betta not have a kid
Cause when she grow up fuck yo daughter
Hotter dan a lighter
You just not a fighter
But you is o and five you not shooter just retire
We ain't kill the nigga but you know we smokin on his pack
K pack roll that nigga up we smokin back to back
Fuck that fuck what you be claiming fuck hunnit racks
Fuck that finna make a movie ld grab da mask
These niggas be bitches (Huh)
See it in they pictures (Huh)
These niggas be snitching (Huh)
Ain't no way dey fixing it
Pop him like a edible
These niggas be so federal
Real deal felon
Leave him dead just like a vegetable

Slime him out I wipe his nose
Got the drop we at yo door
You shot but you ain't up da score
I'm twenty four double zero
Fuck ya bitch ill fuck ya hoe
Ballin like my name the rose
Broke ah hell yall stealin clothes
I'm cold ah hell from head to toe

Smokin on this k pack dis shit hittin this shit gas or what
Ld smokin back to back my nigga can you pass or what
See you ima beat you das on gang i can't pass it up
No need to slide but if I do I promise you Ill go and make it up
Diss the dead but we ain't dead so what we gotta say to you
See you ima beat yuu that's on god but he ain't Savin you
Dare to call me broke but member you had begged to wear my shoes
Playin in these streets well put yo ass up on that channel news
We ain't kill the nigga but you know we smokin on his pack
K pack roll that nigga up we smokin back to back
Fuck that fuck what you be claiming fuck hunnit racks
Fuck that finna make a movie ld grab the mask
These niggas be bitches (Huh)
See it in they pictures (Huh)
These niggas be snitching (Huh)
Ain't no way dey fixing it
Pop him like a edible
These niggas be so federal
Real deal felon
Leave him dead just like a vegetable