Back To Back (feat. Future)

Real niggas in my circle, you can't fit Don't fuck with too many, be on some anti shit I told her, "Pull up," she asked me do I trick Right now I'm fresh as hell, somebody take a flick Pretty bitches, back to back to back (back) Gang-gang, back to back to back Shooters trailin' me, back to back to back (Back to back, to back to back, to back to back to-) Back to back, to back to back, to back to back, to back to back To back to back, to back to back, to back to back To shooters Back to back, to back to back, to back to back, to back to back To back to back, to back to back, to back to back To shooters Uh, back to back like Rolls, I matte-black my Rover Chop stick gon' show you, chop stick gon' blow you My stick gon' huh, huh, huh Back to back like Rolls, I matte-black my Rover Chop stick gon' show you, chop stick gon' blow you My stick gon' huh, uh They gon' heat me up, I been tryna keep it cool with these lil' niggas They tried to stop the blow too late, my finger was already on the trigger She call me "Shovel man," she like thе way I pull up and I dig her We fucked a hundred times, they ask, I be like, "I ain't never hit" Stop all that beatin' 'round the bush, homie, say it with your chest Got a lot of dog shit, homie, know you probably smell it "Vroom, vroom," that my name, Jodie, pull up in a 'Vette Go and check the news, brodie, heard somebody stretched In your feelings 'bout a bitch, lil' nigga, better get a grip Tired of gettin' taxed for that shit, lil' nigga, take a trip This shit I got right here, for sure, I blow, make everybody dip Went to visit Granny, she say, "What's that pokin' out your hip?" I told brodie walk behind, so he can catch me if I slip She on 1942, she beggin' me to take a sip First, she drove the boat, then she rode me like a ship First, you load it up, then you empty out the clip I'm not no button, not no regular clothes, it ain't no pressin' me I got on 'Venchy, LV, no Nike, but I got that check on me If I swing this bitch from left to right, gon' have to check on your homie Lil bruh 'em known for stoppin' cars, but they be on go for me If you get a glimpse when I'm out, nigga, it's bad luck (ay) I just put ten mill' in the pen, it made me feel better Shooter passin' out these bowls, I'm cold with the blammer (okay) My lil' young nigga ran a M on the road, he a scammer (run it up) Drippin' Moncler, I smash 'em, covered in bezel (covered up) But I'm clever, vendettas, raw dope, it's whatever (let's go up) I'm a rapper, but better, if I go, I go federal I pour up, I don't measure, I smash soon I met her (oh) I leveled up, my bread up, I'm fed up, it's pressure It's gang-gang, you can't hang, we slimin' out whoever I keep it on, get stepped on, in Maison Margiela Got two cribs in Alpharetta, they down the street from each other (Wodie) I know trap spot, my lil' one, he know the laptop (Wodie) Shawty had me Kel-Tec, Chris Vic, he a vampire (ooh) Campin' right in front of your house and start up a campfire (boom, boom) I just did my numbers then fumbled, this wasn't a landslide (super) Ain't gon' be no nigga who dissin' you, I'm spinnin' back to back (super) Any nigga say he want a issue, I'm goin' rat-a-tat (brrt) 50 bullets sittin' in the clip, it got a nigga arrogant (drrt) Murderers on murderers do murders, my natural habitat (murder) Back to back, to back to back To back, the shooters back to back (murder) Back to back, to back to back To back, the shooters back to back (woo) Back to back, to back to back To back, the shooters back to back (murder) Back to back, to back to back To back, the shooters back to back (woo) (Back to back) (woo, woo)