Back 2 Back lyrics

[Verse 1: 9ina]
b*tches beefin' on the internet, they tryna blow up
I probably never seen her ass in person, she don’t know us (Nah)
Talkin' like you showin' out, but you don’t never show up (You don't show up)
40 leave her drunk, when she hangover, she gon' throw up (b*tch, ayy)
Rude b*tch, leave a n*gga stranded like a island
You cuffin', but I know what that n*gga do in private (Shh)
We pull up and b*tches actin' scary and be silent (Yuh)
We slide around your block and get 'em wet like eyelids

[Verse 2: Bidney Blood]
All I speak is facts and if I'm not, you won't hear sh*t from me (Nope)
Said shе wanted beef, I got the flavors, get a tastе for free
Yeah, I am that b*tch and yeah, I’m brazy, go by Bidney B
Speakin’ on my name, yeah, that's that sh*t that kill you instantly (b*tch)
All you b*tches talk, buzzin’ in my ear like bumblebees
I'm somewhere in Miami ass out, I'm livin' carefree (Ayy)
Your n*gga flew me out, on Ocean Drive, he buy me anything (What?)
Seen your ass call and he hit decline and now we out to eat
Let me push the whip, I told him hold on ’cause I'm finna speed (Skrrt)
"Bidney, slow down," n*gga, shut up, they ain't gon' catch me (Haha)
b*tch, I give a f*ck about a n*gga, what he want from me? (b*tch, b*tch)
All I talk is money, don't waste my time 'cause it come with a fee

[Verse 3: 9ina]
B, what's up with n*ggas? Feel like I can't put my trust in n*ggas, b*tch (Nah)
He ain't have no class, said I had to flunk the n*gga (Goofy)
Said he love me, tell lil' baby I can't tell (Nope)
Yeah, I wish you well
Ain't no way that I'ma take an L
Want smoke? I empty shells
Gas I smoke strong, break it down and you can see it flex
Your n*gga actin bad, he tell me slide and then delete the text (Boy)
First I take his heart and then I take the n*gga Visa next
No respect, the n*gga come for me, he better come correct
[Verse 4: 9ina & Bidney Blood]
Yeah, he better come correct
Need to ice me out, I need a new Patek (Give me that)
I step on necks, b*tches only hatin' because we up next
I get them checks
Send it straight to Instagram, I love to flex
Yeah, my n*ggas bringin' in them pounds, you know I get for less
And, b*tch, it go down
I just hit the gas, I'm movin' slow now (Haha)
I finessed your n*gga, took his bag, yeah, that's my ho now (Yeah, yeah)
Play with us, my n*ggas pullin' up, we empty whole rounds (Bah)
b*tch, I rep Columbus with a B, yeah, that's my hometown

[Outro: 9ina]
And I said f*ck they talkin' 'bout?
On Johnny, lil' b*tch
Yeah
Ayy, down with the team
Ayy, lil' b*tch, do you know what I mean?
Ayy, b*tch, you know we off a bean
Haha, woah