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Back 2 Back
91
Hip-Hop/Rap
Back 2 Back was released on September 1, 2023 by Redneck Zombie$ as a part of the album Back 2 Back - Single
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Release DateSeptember 1, 2023
LabelRedneck Zombie$
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM73

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Redneck Zombie$
Redneck Zombie$
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Lyrics

Redneck and ZED produced that shit for all of you who know
Stressing, swear my brain was wired incorrectly
Yelling, at the ground, "Hey, reaper come and get me"
Smoke it back to back, get your tolerance up
I got the nine with the laser beam tucked up in my nuts
Wo-wo-woke up and rolled up, and smoked it 'til it's dead
I'll fold ya, then post up, while counting up this bread
I done made a couple hits, while you pussies still in bed
I find it funny how you flexing, but you still ain't paying rent, hoe
I-I-I'm the ring wraith of the underground
Looking like some headless chicken-chicken how you run around
It ain't lonely at the top, I got my dogs with me
Can't nobody tell me shit, I got that dog in me
Smoke it back to back, get your tolerance up
I got the nine with the laser beam tucked up in my nuts
Finna burn that motherfucker, smoke his ash up in the dutch
Resin in the flower got me faded as the fuck, hoe
Stressing, swear my brain was wired incorrectly
Yelling, at the ground, "Hey, reaper come and get me"
Smoke it back to back, get your tolerance up
I got the nine with the laser beam tucked up in my nuts
Ro-ro-rolled up dollar bill inside my nose, I like the smell
Lil' pill I crush you up, I hope you send me straight to hell (Hell)
1929 inside my mind, "The Great Depression"
Finger on the trigger, and I'm trying not to press it
Stressing, swear my brain was wired incorrectly
Yelling, at the ground, "Hey, reaper come and get me"
And I'm petty, popping perks, and puffing purp up in the park
Plus a pocket full of pocket knifes to poke your body parts
Pardon my French, fuck I'm fresh, smell like blood and cigarettes
Know I keep the Glocky tucked in, like it's 'bout to go to bed
If I go off the meds I might go blow off my head
And I'm betting on myself, but I think I'ma have to hedge
Got the poker face, like joker face, there's blood up on my lips
Got a problem with my dog, then dog I got a bone to pick
Hold the cig' up to your skin, and let it burn off all your sins
No, I'm not fucking okay, that’s why I take these K' pills, lil’ bitch
Stressing, swear my brain was wired incorrectly
Yelling, at the ground, "Hey, reaper come and get me"
Smoke it back to back, get your tolerance up
I got the nine with the laser beam tucked up in my nuts
Pardon my French, fuck I'm fresh, smell like blood and cigarettes
Know I keep the Glocky tucked in, like it's 'bout to go to bed
Finna burn that motherfucker, smoke his ash up in the dutch
Resin in the flower got me faded as the fuck, hoe
Written by: Redneck Zombie$
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