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Back 2 Back
Hip-Hop/Rap
Back 2 Back was released on September 22, 2021 by FyreHouse as a part of the album Belligerent Me
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Release DateSeptember 22, 2021
LabelFyreHouse
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
9ina
9ina
Performer
Bidney Blood
Bidney Blood
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sydney Washington
Sydney Washington
Composer
Amina Hopkins
Amina Hopkins
Composer

Lyrics

Bitches beefin' on the internet, they tryna blow up
I probably never seen her ass in person, she don't know us
Talkin' like you showin' out, but you don't never show up
40 leave her drunk, when she hangover, she gon' throw up
Rude bitch, leave a **** stranded like a island
You cuffin', but I know what that **** do in private
We pull up and bitches actin' scary and be silent
We slide around your block and get 'em wet like eyelids
All I speak is facts and if I'm not, you won't hear shit from me
Said she wanted beef, I got the flavors, get a taste for free
Yeah, I am that bitch and yeah, I'm brazy, go by Bidney B
Speakin' on my name, yeah, that's that shit that kill you instantly
All you bitches talk, buzzin' in my ear like bumblebees
I'm somewhere in Miami ass out, I'm livin' carefree
Your **** flew me out, on Ocean Drive, he buy me anything
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
"Bidney, slow down," ****, shut up, they ain't gon' catch me
Bitch, I give a fuck about a ****, what he want from me?
All I talk is money, don't waste my time 'cause it come with a fee
B, what's up with ****?
Feel like I can't put my trust in ****, bitch
He ain't have no class, said I had to flunk the ****
Said he love me, tell lil' baby I can't tell
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 **** actin' bad, he tell me slide and then delete the text
First I take his heart and then I take the **** Visa next
No respect, the **** come for me, he better come correct
Yeah, he better come correct
Need to ice me out, I need a new Patek
I step on necks, bitches only hatin' because we up next
I get them checks
Send it straight to Instagram, I love to flex
Yeah, my **** bringin' in them pounds, you know I get for less
And, bitch, it go down
I just hit the gas, I'm movin' slow now
I finessed your ****, took his bag, yeah, that's my ho now
Play with us, my **** pullin' up, we empty whole rounds
Bitch, I rep Columbus with a B, yeah, that's my hometown
And I said fuck they talkin' 'bout?
On Johnny, lil' bitch
Yeah
Ayy, down with the team
Ayy, lil' bitch, do you know what I mean?
Ayy, bitch, you know we off a bean
Haha, woah
Written by: Amina Hopkins, Sydney Washington
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