Back2Back lyrics

[Chorus: FBG Murda]
I just woke up, I was thinkin' bout a RP, ain't nothin' else on my mind
Just checkin' my phone, lil' bro just hit me with a lo', it's six we gon' kill him at nine
Ain't gon' lie, I like everything about you hoe, on bro'nem, b*tch, you fine
I'm still thuggin', so I got a thing for an opp hoe, tell that b*tch, come be mine

[Verse 1: FBG Murda & RealBleeda]
Lil' Domo a b*tch, when we started hittin' he took off, n*gga ain't waste no time
I'm up in traffic, a big-ass .300 Black' when I blow, I ain't hit no tire
Jizzle, he dead in the hole, let him come through the door get his dumbass [?] slime
We run down blowin', if a n*gga don't swing that door, his b*tch ass not my kind
I got lots I can't name
Faces lost their brains
At thе beginning of the two twenty fivе
Ain't nothin' to bounce out the car, walk down light and leave the b*tch up in his ride
Murder, we pull up whenever it's time
He [?] hit his ass up from his blind side
I'm out my mind, tryna find these frog guys
Drill for that hoe, but ain't drill when your dog died
Whip out that camera, b*tch, you can hog tied
Better put that hoe up in the trunk
I get bought as a b*tch and go outside quick, lookin' for somethin' to stomp
You a b*tch, I do sh*t that you don't
Real killer, do sh*t that you won't
Like if you only [?] on the phone
Make the room move, then we sendin' you home
[Verse 2: FBG Murda & RealBleeda]
I smokin' [?], Safe, Snake and Lil Pay and [?] B-U-G
Jump out the car, switch it, a big-ass Drac', I bet a n*gga D-I-E
He tried to run, left his dumbass by the gate, don't make me come back through the east
I ain't just rappin', better listen to the sh*t that I say, I see dead n*ggas up my sleep
I bet that I'll clap something soon as the K up
Bang out [?] and I'm finna f*ck K up
After no business, it won't be no tippin' me, come across a opp, I'm f*ckin' the place up
Heard they got n*ggas that's planning on zippin' me
Say he got ten, I'm killing him instantly
K shot him down, we send him where Jizzle be
For all that playin' boy, won't be no [?] me

[Chorus: FBG Murda]
I just woke up, I was thinkin' bout a RP, ain't nothin' else on my mind
Just checkin' my phone, lil' bro just hit me with a lo', it's six we gon' kill him at nine
Ain't gon' lie, I like everything about you hoe, on bro'nem, b*tch, you fine
I'm still thuggin', so I got a thing for an opp hoe, tell that b*tch, come be mine

[Verse 3: FBG Murda & RealBleeda]
I like to hit n*ggas real with a pin and a chopper, lil' bro got a big-ass bop
Come around the corner, leave n*gga ass in a coma, six feet deep, smellin' rot
Bro, goin' two hunnid and I just threw back two hunnid, [?] in the back of the hot
The G21 leave a fat-ass hole in the n*gga, he locked up, soon as I shot
Watch us swing on a n*gga, gotta Drac' with your name, all my n*ggas just wanna be hot
I'm on the block while I stand with a big-ass fan, [?] b*tch drop
Hit me on the 'Gram and you gon' get slammed, right on your back on the 300 block
Put him in the pack or turn him to za, make the wrong move, send him to the sky