Back To Back Freestyle by Mike Bizi Lyrics
(Intro)
Im charged up, oh man
Damn I told you man lyrically you can't fuck with me man, you could have that street shit man, bout to kill this nigga
(Verse)
Uhh, You ain't busy counting dough
You too busy studying my moves and jocking all my flows yous a mothafuckin joke
Resorting to social media when you be gettin madder
Know wonder why that nigga Meek Mill ya favorite rapper
Like woaahh, no disrespect to him he know wassup
You should've saw the agony in my eyes when I wrote this bruh
Too busy in the trap no you too busy gettin smacked by the OG's who raised you knowing it was talent that you lacked
Life's a bitch Im faithful tho, championships : I take it home
Mastered a 9 to 5 so that dough is what I'm making bro
Spent a couple racks to get ya record on the radio
Power 105 to be exact but they ain't play it though
Ya career is on the line when I get in my bag
I got that crack like a masseuse when he twisting ya back
Studio sessions at your house I was giving you stacks
But I regret it cuz I swear that you're mixing is trash
Blessings to my sister, just came back from PA
Playing that back to back had that instrumental on replay
I'm praying that I can meet ye, currently craving cheesecake
I laugh at the fact that Im going bar for bar with a DJ
You did a show with Lil Durk but he ain't need you either
That's why he said he was gonna charge you to do a feature
You prolly thinking what my next move like
You got me twisted they must've redid them dreads too tight
Damn, you had your hands on your hips and you was mad stressed
Sent me a DM like what's ya mothafuckin' address
Sayin' you wanna pull up for a fade instead of talk
How you gon pull up for a fade and you ain't even got a car?
Hit my cellphone and set a date for us to put the gloves on
Hungry to compete and bitch Im bout to get my grub on
Schooling all these rappers, I been taking class all your mixtapes are trash you need to stick to making club songs
This was a dream now I'm bringing it to reality
I been my own designer don't assume I own the Panda beat
Brace yourself cuz there's more to be mad at if youre mad at me
Documenting the fact that your bars are trash and its sad to see
I know depression was the feeling that you felt
You my child I should've pulled out like a parent with his belt
'Bitches ain't shit and niggas ain't either' when you said that line you must've been talking bout yourself
Yeah but I ain't never mad
I could never tell a white lie and bitch I'm dressed in black
A bitch nigga you know damn well Im not one
You live next to a laundromat no wonder why you're washed up
I'm the king of this rap shit I can't be played
10 years of club music and you still don't have a wave
You ain't thinking clearly, you should take out them nappy braids
The only thing you ever had going was the Patty Cake
Darius DK reposted your song on his Instagram
It barely got any likes cuz his followers ain't give a damn
Ya music is trash I repeat ya music
Is trash
Most likely you're a garbage man if you feed into that, nigga!
(Outro)
Fuck you talking bout nigga
Keep that street shit you can't fuck with me when it comes to these bars bruh I told you I was coming you thought I was playing, lyrically I am the king of Newark you can't fuck with me
Im charged up, oh man
Damn I told you man lyrically you can't fuck with me man, you could have that street shit man, bout to kill this nigga
(Verse)
Uhh, You ain't busy counting dough
You too busy studying my moves and jocking all my flows yous a mothafuckin joke
Resorting to social media when you be gettin madder
Know wonder why that nigga Meek Mill ya favorite rapper
Like woaahh, no disrespect to him he know wassup
You should've saw the agony in my eyes when I wrote this bruh
Too busy in the trap no you too busy gettin smacked by the OG's who raised you knowing it was talent that you lacked
Life's a bitch Im faithful tho, championships : I take it home
Mastered a 9 to 5 so that dough is what I'm making bro
Spent a couple racks to get ya record on the radio
Power 105 to be exact but they ain't play it though
Ya career is on the line when I get in my bag
I got that crack like a masseuse when he twisting ya back
Studio sessions at your house I was giving you stacks
But I regret it cuz I swear that you're mixing is trash
Blessings to my sister, just came back from PA
Playing that back to back had that instrumental on replay
I'm praying that I can meet ye, currently craving cheesecake
I laugh at the fact that Im going bar for bar with a DJ
You did a show with Lil Durk but he ain't need you either
That's why he said he was gonna charge you to do a feature
You prolly thinking what my next move like
You got me twisted they must've redid them dreads too tight
Damn, you had your hands on your hips and you was mad stressed
Sent me a DM like what's ya mothafuckin' address
Sayin' you wanna pull up for a fade instead of talk
How you gon pull up for a fade and you ain't even got a car?
Hit my cellphone and set a date for us to put the gloves on
Hungry to compete and bitch Im bout to get my grub on
Schooling all these rappers, I been taking class all your mixtapes are trash you need to stick to making club songs
This was a dream now I'm bringing it to reality
I been my own designer don't assume I own the Panda beat
Brace yourself cuz there's more to be mad at if youre mad at me
Documenting the fact that your bars are trash and its sad to see
I know depression was the feeling that you felt
You my child I should've pulled out like a parent with his belt
'Bitches ain't shit and niggas ain't either' when you said that line you must've been talking bout yourself
Yeah but I ain't never mad
I could never tell a white lie and bitch I'm dressed in black
A bitch nigga you know damn well Im not one
You live next to a laundromat no wonder why you're washed up
I'm the king of this rap shit I can't be played
10 years of club music and you still don't have a wave
You ain't thinking clearly, you should take out them nappy braids
The only thing you ever had going was the Patty Cake
Darius DK reposted your song on his Instagram
It barely got any likes cuz his followers ain't give a damn
Ya music is trash I repeat ya music
Is trash
Most likely you're a garbage man if you feed into that, nigga!
(Outro)
Fuck you talking bout nigga
Keep that street shit you can't fuck with me when it comes to these bars bruh I told you I was coming you thought I was playing, lyrically I am the king of Newark you can't fuck with me