Back to Back lyrics

[Verse: Yhung T.O. & Slimmy B]
I'm a big dog to your big homie, riding with this stick on me
Clip big on me, shoot the b*tch if she snitch on me
Used to hit licks, now this chain a whole lick on me
All about that chicken, b*tch, I gotta keep some strips on me
Keep them strips on me, yeah, b*tch, I keep them strips on me
On my momma, wish a n*gga would try to get on me
I'm the one who slide givin' di*k when your b*tch lonely
Make your ass feel some type of way like Rich Homie
Now Lorina only boy, gotta ride with that K close
Strip a n*gga down to his socks for that bankroll
The b*tch off a zip if she thought that I would chase her
Drinkin' out the bottle, I ain't f*ckin' with no chaser
Whole fit cost a ten, I'll do a n*gga in
I'll hit a n*gga block and come and do that sh*t again
n*ggas talkin' out they neck so we hoppin' out them vans
Three K's, Ku Klux Klan, pop a n*gga like a Xan'
Pop a n*gga like a Xan, tryna hop out a Lamb'
We them n*ggas settin' trends, all in Neiman's blowin' bands
How y'all funkin' one day and the next n*ggas friends?
I'll do a n*gga in for them Franklins, bands
My b*tch keep a GLOCK, not no motherf*ckin' taser
I keep them dreadhead n*ggas with me like Jamaica
In the Bay but I'm tryna move to Vegas like the Raiders
And everywhere I go that Smith with me like Jada
n*ggas sendin' shots on songs, b*tch, we sendin' shots on land
And n*gga try and snatch my chain, leave his brains in his hands
n*ggas thinkin' 'cause I'm singin', I'm the n*gga that's the demon
I'll pack a n*gga out and I'll do it for no reason
Ten bands in my pocket, she tuck bands in her cleavage
Gave 'em thirty shots and went to catch a flight to Cleveland
You can catch me in Sac, n*gga, ridin' with that pack, n*gga
n*ggas say they on me, but where the f*ck they at, n*gga?
Skrrt, skrrt, pull up in that drop lane changin'
Tryna live this lifestyle but could your ass maintain it?
Only n*gga that I'm worried 'bout is Benjamin Franklin
We be in the party sticked up, gang-gangin'
Hundred round, f*ck aimin'
I'm a dog, ain't no tamin'
If you want me what you payin'?
If you broke, then I'm taken
n*ggas get to breakin' when that chopper get to sprayin'
I hit it from the back, lay her down and hit to Blame Em
Lay her down and I hit that sh*t
n*gga pull up on me, I'ma flip that whip
SOB the gang and I'm in that sh*t
iMessage for them blues, I'll send that b*tch
Aye, baby send me naked pictures
I'll slap a n*gga brother, I'll pimp a n*gga sister
Let you n*ggas do the trickin', n*gga, I'ma stick to trippin'
'Cause for Slimmy, I'll empty, hold thirty in this extension
Yup, and that’s the motherf*ckin' truth
We thuggin' in the field while y'all thuggin' in the booth
Your GLOCK got a stick, LOL, mine too
If it's funk, slide through, n*ggas trip, I'ma shoot
No, I ain't that n*gga, I'm that n*gga times two
Fit cost a couple thou', band just for my shoes
Ain't no squares in my circle, only boss tycoons
Young n*ggas worth a couple mil' like soon
This chop got a mop but this GLOCK got a broom
I'll hit a n*gga house and houseclean a n*gga room
Got one eye with me, he'll clap n*ggas
MAC missionary, lay a n*gga on his back, n*gga