Back to back lyrics

[Intro: Icewear Vezzo, The ATG]
Phew, phew
Phew
'Wear
b*tch, on God
ATG
Big [?]
How we comin'
Huh, phew
Yeah
What?
Count the money up
No twenties, no fifties, all hunnids
Iced Up Records
What?
Big gang sh*t
Ayy, mm

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
Hellcat, back to back, Lamborghini Urus
She only suck a di*k, I think this b*tch is on her period
I'm tryna stuff a hunnid in these 'Miris, I've been curious
Pop out, light up the whole block, sh*t gettin' serious

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Richard Mille, brought that dollar plain, this b*tch a sixty
Slide to Magic City with them Demons, through two-fifty
[?] I be trippin', keep a fourty stand-up clip just like my Pressi
Count on Nipseys, poke through Lizzies
Pop two Perkies and get buzy, huh
Thirty in my glizzy, sixty-two, sh*t, on that skizzy
I put sixes on my Bentley, f*ck the opps so we ain't friendly, nah
I be in them trenches, I got rich with all my n*ggas
Trust no hoes, be in they feelings, f*ck them racks, we run up millions, n*gga
[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo, The ATG]
Hellcat, back to back, Lamborghini Urus
She only suck a di*k, I think this b*tch is on her period
I'm tryna stuff a hunnid in these 'Miris, I've been curious
Pop out, light up the whole block, sh*t gettin' serious (Ayy, ayy)

[Post Chorus: The ATG]
Trackhawks, back to back, look like the Fast and Furious
Told that b*tch she with a rich n*gga, she say, "Period"
She was the last then, she never took no di*k and now she curious
n*ggas be thin spin, still waited, they be actin', can't be serious

[Verse 2: The ATG & Icewear Vezzo]
Countin' these presidents
She be famous on the 'Gram, so I brought her to my residence
That was prolly stupid, but it's cool, she ain't no set-up b*tch
She talkin' 'bout her man, and how she know that I'm a better fit
I told her bend it over 'cause my homies said I'd never wait
Stuff a [?] leather tape, I've been gettin' hella cake
They tried to slow me down, put me on hold, but see, I never wait
He say he want static, I got somethin' that's gon' set him straight
Plus I never paid for the pus*y and I never chase (Will)
You could look but don't feel me
Booby trap, the floor filthy
So much money they gon' bill me
Feel my heart, I know it's chilly
Show no love, that's how they kill him
I say, "Leave", she like, "Really?"
f*ck these b*tches, stack to the ceiling
Yeah
[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
Hellcat, back to back, Lamborghini Urus
She only suck a di*k, I think this b*tch is on her period
I'm tryna stuff a hunnid in these 'Miris, I've been curious
Pop out, light up the whole block, sh*t gettin' serious

[Post-Chorus: The ATG]
Trackhawks, back to back, look like the Fast and Furious
Told that b*tch she with a rich n*gga, she say, "Period"
She was the last then, she never took no di*k and now she curious
n*ggas be thin spin, still waited, they be actin', can't be serious