Back 2 Back lyrics

[Intro: Tay B]
(ITrez on the track)
All facts, lil' n*gga, huh
Yeah
Uh

[Verse 1: Tay B]
Yeah, I heard you in that G-Wagen, not the Benz one
b*tch, the Ford one, you can't afford one
You ain't never made six G's, n*gga
My car don't even take CDs
You in fake Balmain, word to DZ's
You in fake diamonds, n*gga, word to CZs

[Verse 2: FMB DZ]
I ran it up and went ignant, word to Tay B
Everything push-to-start, b*tch, I hate keys
Shout out that motherf*ckin' road 'cause it made me

[Verse 3: Tay B]
I was takin' trips to AZ, I was eighteen
Y'all be on Instagram postin' fake cheese
Put that pistol in your face, pus*y, say cheese
I wear my sh*t anywhere, come and take these

[Verse 4: FMB DZ]
I just found a thousand-pack for the eighteen
Tryna put my n*ggas in gold like the A-Team
And I'll pity any fool try to take these
[Verse 5: Tay B]
If you don't do what you supposed to do
sh*t, probably end up stretchin' you
Probably gon' f*ck and get the neck from you
Probably get the best of you
Then probably gon' end up neglectin' you
I don't really like to do the seconds, boo

[Verse 6: FMB DZ]
A hundred-round drum, n*gga, you can catch them extras too
Later when I'm done, I pour a four up in a Mountain Dew
Boy, you ain't my mans, don't shake my hands, I don't f*ck with you
Took some n*ggas years to get this far, it took a month or two
I get in my feelings, pop a Perc' and blow a blunt or two
R.I.P. Uncle Mudd, I wish that I could sip a cup with you
When them boys caught you, I wish I was in the cut with you
I'd do what I'm 'posed to do, can't let 'em get close to you, yeah

[Verse 7: Tay B]
Young boss n*gga, I do boss sh*t, huh
You ain't gettin' money, you just talk sh*t, huh
You don't wanna beef 'cause we chalk sh*t
We don't play hard 'cause we came up off soft sh*t, huh
And you lost up in the sauce, b*tch
I ain't get this from my mama, huh, b*tch, I bought this, huh
I ain't drive on that road, b*tch, I caught this, huh
Randy Moss sh*t, huh, get it off quick, huh
[Verse 8: FMB DZ]
I got that work and it ain't cheap
Really in that water, b*tch, I'm swimmin' in the deep
b*tch all in my face, she keep asking is I'm me?
The b*tch thought I was lyin', so she asked to see my teeth

[Verse 9: Tay B]
Got a new b*tch every week, this your b*tch, we just creep
And the sh*t she'll never do for you, she do for me
n*gga, hop off my D, might as well go and leap
And you shop from low to high, lil' boy, you hella cheap
And she wanna f*ck with me, told the b*tch to say please now
Now hit your knees, huh
These n*ggas payin' fifty dollars for some fake lean
These n*ggas payin' fifty dollars for some fake jeans

[Verse 10: FMB DZ]
I had to get up off my ass, I was tired of chillin'
n*gga play with that bag, you must be tired of livin'
I'll slide with them sticks, you know my position
n*gga can't tell me sh*t, I make my own decisions
Walk in Silver Rain and throw a b*tch tuition
Brodie 41 plain, but it still glisten
Seen his b*tch around the gang, he got in his feelings
b*tch, I made my own lane, I see no competition
That's just how I'm feelin'