Back to Back by Young Mike (USA) Lyrics
[Chorus: Young Mike]
You don't want the smoke I let ya ass have it
Get hit with the pole get hit with the ratchet
[?] broke now she in the [?]
I slip on the floor before I hit mattresses
Just pour up a 4 for all the activists
Kick down yo door for all this [?]
She post at the store get out the packages
Shooters on go gang full of savages
[Verse 1: Izzy93]
Got the gang full of stepas they know how we steppin
They shoot when it’s time they ain't askin no questions
[?] cause my hittas stretch them
You scared go to church nigga talk to the [?]
These niggas cappin they rеally be flexin
You get onе life bitch you don't get a second
Fuckin with me imma teach him a lesson
Get hit with that Glock I don’t do smith and wessons
[Verse 2: Young Mike]
Kept me a 9 I was only a freshman
If you out of line better watch where you steppin
If you do some time better know it's [?]
You losin yo mind [?] know it was a blessin
[Verse 3: Izzy93]
They know I get money don't know my profession
In love with them blues yeah them racks my obsession
If you diss my hood then it's fuck whatchu reppin
These goofy ass niggas can't fuck with my section
[Verse 4: Young Mike]
Fuck that bitch raw I ain't use no protection
I'm prayin to god I don't get an infection
Still fuck the law did some time in detention
Gotta watch what I say gotta watch what I mention
[Verse 5: Izzy93]
These niggas be bitches they up in no trenches
My Glock got a switch and it got an extension
See you better watch how the fuck yo ass talk [?]
We ride with them tools I ain’t talkin bout wrenches
[Verse 6: Young Mike]
Remember them days I was jumpin them fences
This ain’t L.A bitch this is Texas
They really gay [?] they dresses
Nothin to say can tell by expression
[Verse 7: Izzy93]
These niggas musty nah I know who they testin
My niggas robbin no plates or inspection
You came along go check ya directions
Four bullets start flyin they hit yo intestines
[Chorus: Young Mike]
You don't want the smoke I let ya ass have it
Get hit with the pole get hit with the ratchet
[?] broke now she in the [?]
I slip on the floor before I hit mattresses
Just pour up a 4 for all the activists
Kick down yo door for all this [?]
She post at the store get out the packages
Shooters on go gang full of savages
You don't want the smoke I let ya ass have it
Get hit with the pole get hit with the ratchet
[?] broke now she in the [?]
I slip on the floor before I hit mattresses
Just pour up a 4 for all the activists
Kick down yo door for all this [?]
She post at the store get out the packages
Shooters on go gang full of savages
[Verse 1: Izzy93]
Got the gang full of stepas they know how we steppin
They shoot when it’s time they ain't askin no questions
[?] cause my hittas stretch them
You scared go to church nigga talk to the [?]
These niggas cappin they rеally be flexin
You get onе life bitch you don't get a second
Fuckin with me imma teach him a lesson
Get hit with that Glock I don’t do smith and wessons
[Verse 2: Young Mike]
Kept me a 9 I was only a freshman
If you out of line better watch where you steppin
If you do some time better know it's [?]
You losin yo mind [?] know it was a blessin
[Verse 3: Izzy93]
They know I get money don't know my profession
In love with them blues yeah them racks my obsession
If you diss my hood then it's fuck whatchu reppin
These goofy ass niggas can't fuck with my section
[Verse 4: Young Mike]
Fuck that bitch raw I ain't use no protection
I'm prayin to god I don't get an infection
Still fuck the law did some time in detention
Gotta watch what I say gotta watch what I mention
[Verse 5: Izzy93]
These niggas be bitches they up in no trenches
My Glock got a switch and it got an extension
See you better watch how the fuck yo ass talk [?]
We ride with them tools I ain’t talkin bout wrenches
[Verse 6: Young Mike]
Remember them days I was jumpin them fences
This ain’t L.A bitch this is Texas
They really gay [?] they dresses
Nothin to say can tell by expression
[Verse 7: Izzy93]
These niggas musty nah I know who they testin
My niggas robbin no plates or inspection
You came along go check ya directions
Four bullets start flyin they hit yo intestines
[Chorus: Young Mike]
You don't want the smoke I let ya ass have it
Get hit with the pole get hit with the ratchet
[?] broke now she in the [?]
I slip on the floor before I hit mattresses
Just pour up a 4 for all the activists
Kick down yo door for all this [?]
She post at the store get out the packages
Shooters on go gang full of savages