Back N Forth (feat. Borleone) - Goonew & Kidd Slopes: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

Back N Forth (feat. Borleone)

Goonew & Kidd Slopes

90Hip-Hop/Rap2019

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Back N Forth (feat. Borleone) è stato pubblicato il 28 febbraio 2019 da Big 64 Entertainment come parte dell'album Still Servin EP

AlbumStill Servin EP

28 febbraio 2019

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BPM60

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[Verse 1]

Slopes with the alley-hoop, ****, ha

Big slopes with the alley-oop

[Verse 2]

Uh-huh, walk down with the stick

Too many bodies, had to catch my Bentley

Uh, walk down, it's a track meet, bitch

Servin' junkies on the back streets, bitch

Funeral home, goop, this that piss

My shooter's retarded, hit him with the stick

Goon rich, I had to water like fish

Two twin bitches, turn my hater's twin

[Verse 3]

Borleone came with a sniper

**** hit him up in a white truck

I move like Obama, young **** in a black truck

Servin' my junkies that drop, it go no cut

If we hit the block, young **** put that dope up

Back on the block and I serve out the Rover

Skrrt, skrrt, feds get behind, put the pole up

Angel dust mix the dope with baking soda

[Verse 4]

Goon rich, I got bricks across the border

You say that's your shooter, but he off the water

Slide on his block, make it rain water

Hit me a stain, pull of in a foreign

Goon rich Urkle, hide the bricks in the foreign

He say he the plug, but that **** cordless

Catch me a body, Quill had the forty

Hundreds and fifties, still saving quarters

[Verse 5]

Call my young ****, throw in the water

Come in my trap house, come with no quarters

Sippin' on lean, **** sippin' on oil

Shippin' them packs right there cross the border

Young **** came with a pipe

Hundred round drum and it came with a light

It's a shootout ****, I ain't bringing a knife

I'm poppin' the Perc's and I'm servin' the ice

[Verse 6]

Uh, I got the Glock in my drawers

Junkies comin' so I'm servin' 'em all

Beatin' the block up, hit the mall

Whippin' them chickens, Thanksgiving, fall

You ain't even know I had it in the mall

Late night creepin', had to fuck 'em all

Givency and Balmains, no Lacoste

I'm fuckin' that bitch, I pin her on the wall

[Verse 7]

Uh, Borleone thirty round, ain't no knife sticks

Servin' them junkies right there out a damn Lyft

Hundred round drum, bitch, I can't tote a fifty clip

I need a bad bitch, fat ass, thick hips

Kick in your door, ****, where you live?

Get hit with this dick, ****, fuck a lil' kid

I trap on the Glock, I can't fuck with the sigs

I'm smokin' OG and you smokin' on cigs

[Verse 8]

Uh, ****, call me Aaron Rogers

I'm throwin' them bombs, ****, and they problems

Put down the gun, ****, that's a problem

I'm sippin' while Keisha had to fuck my doctor

Shoot at his brother, **** was a op

Hit me a lick, I pull of in the charger

Fuckin' that bitch, I hit her at the opera

I'm shootin' that chopper, soundin' like maracas

[Verse 9]

Sippin' that lean, I'm sippin' out the bottle

Servin' them junkies, servin' them the bottle

Bitch, I'm Goon rich, I'm fuckin' on a model

**** be clonin' me, I'm the father

Stealin' my swag, I should have been a father

Pull off in foreign, me and her new rocker

I was down bad, I had to shoot the chopper

Hundred band jug, I'm petty like my father

Written by: Borleone, Kidd Slopes, Markelle, Morrow

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