Back 2 Back lyrics

[Intro: Fenix Flexin]
(Sc*m, you finessed this one)
Ayy
n*gga
Bravo Flexin, n*gga
n*ggas know what time it is, n*gga, on my mama (Laudiano)
b*tch

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
Me and Bravo back to back, we the block spinners (Skrrt)
I'll cook a n*gga up like a hot dinner
I'ma get her on that road, I'm a thot sender (b*tch)
I put a body on that pole like a hot stripper (Bah)
If we talkin' 'bout some money, got a lot (I got a lot)
Damn, the b*tch is hella bad, she got the WAP (She got the WAP)
Me and Bravo, we them n*ggas, boy, you not (Boy, you not ill)
If I make that phone call, he gettin' dropped (With a mopstick)
Bet I make that chopper twerk like a thot b*tch (Like a thot b*tch)
Me and Bravo ridin' 'round, wе on hot sh*t (Skrrt)
If a n*gga hit that blade, I'm gon' knock sh*t (I'm gon' knock sh*t)
Don't compare me to your n*gga 'causе he not sh*t (That n*gga lame)
I'm in that field playin' tag, boy, you not it (Boy, you not it)
I'll clean a n*gga block with this mopstick (Boom)
We put some work on that chopper, then we swap it (Then we swap it)
Now his family in all black like they gothic, n*gga
[Verse 2: Bravo the Bagchaser]
I do what I want, I tote what I want (What I want)
Keep that sh*t a hundred, I don't like to front (Front hoes)
Leave your plug dropped out, wet him up, set him up (Wet him up, ho)
Just bought a new chain, that sh*t wet as f*ck, damn (Ayy, ayy)
All blue hundreds in my bankroll
Stayed down, dumb b*tch, yeah, that's how I came up (That's how I came up)
Pull up to your crib, b*tch, I had to beat the frame up (Beat the frame up)
Pull up to your crib, b*tch, you had to throw them brains up (Ayy, ayy)
Big facts, b*tch, I count big stacks (Big stacks)
Get a bag and just laugh at your b*tch ass (At your b*tch ass)
Get gone, hit a lick, I'll get little (I'll get little)
Free all the big dogs, b*tch, out that big kennel (Out that big kennel)
Do my jawns one time and get to bleedin' (Get to bleedin')
Shoot his ass one time, b*tch, he not breathin' (You ain't breathin')
Put it to your dome, talk to me, talk to Jesus
(Huh, talk to Jesus, n*gga)

[Verse 3: Fenix Flexin]
b*tch, don't talk to me, told her shut up (Told her shut up, shh)
If you hop up in that beef, better nut up (Better nut up)
Shoot a n*gga in the chest, he coughed a lung up (Coughed a lung up, boom)
n*gga, all that playin' tough'll get you done up (Dumb n*gga)

[Verse 4: Bravo the Bagchaser]
Ayy, all that tough sh*t'll get you rolled up (Rolled up)
Say you solid, dumb b*tch, then why you fold up? (Why you fold up?)
Just caught another opp lackin', b*tch, now we four up
Man, free Bless, if I take a dub, then my bro up
[Verse 5: Fenix Flexin]
If I drop a dub on a n*gga, he a dead man (b*tch)
f*ck that, I want all the smoke like I'm Redman
I'll put this 40 to his noggin like a headband (Boom, boom)
I want all the Percs, lil' n*gga, I'm the med man

[Verse 6: Bravo the Bagchaser]
Ayy, I bought a street sweeper, I'm a mad man (Mad man)
Pull up with a big chrome, put your ass to bed, man (Bed, man)
Smokin' on that big gas, b*tch, this that head stash (Ayy)
Drop a bag, my n*ggas pick it up, where your head at? (Huh)