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Back 2 Back
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Back 2 Back was released on May 29, 2026 by MBC The Label as a part of the album Chess Not Checkers 2 (Deluxe)
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Release DateMay 29, 2026
LabelMBC The Label
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Derrick Rendles Jr
Derrick Rendles Jr
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derrick Rendles Jr
Derrick Rendles Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Brown
DJ Brown
Mixing Engineer
Kmoney Beats
Kmoney Beats
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
We back to back, me and Rudy, bitch, stop bein' choosy
We hoppin' out on holograms, it's finna be a movie
Japanese Wagyu for me, my ho be eatin' sushi
I don't even eat the Gucci, boy, you eat the book
If you see Buddha and Supreme, that mean the beanie true
Scamma genie out a thousand wishes, why he think he new?
Bein' broke and laughin', jokin', I done peeped he Drewski
She shoulda rocked the mask, the contact, I TT'd Wookie
You a moizunae maniac, these VVs goofy
Pat payin' best buy, bro, passin' TVs to me
Tell Fuzz to lock me in the booth and only feed me shrooms
Cudi down the way, he gettin' off more jeans than Zooms
Ayy, it's the one size fit all, it got some jeans for me
Like the Salvation Army, sometimes they give me jeans for free
She sell my charm like, "Oh my Lord," but ho, this ain't no Jesus piece
I blocked her, she ain't let me fuck, like, bitch, you can't be teasin' me
You said you need some wood, just hold up, let me call around
120RPs for the 12-skis, look, they haulin' now
Ayy, it look like they playin' Jenga, they keep fallin' down
He like the kid, like, "Have to feed him Xans just to calm me down"
Man, we done had so much glass, where's some windex?
How you know about all the drugs but never passed no NCLEX?
Ain't really into stocks, but you got drugs I might invest
Don't you worry 'bout my BM, they my cousins, don't do insects
It's gon' add up to a zip code, we do a fit check
Am I up a million yet? It's a fish weight
Six watches on it, one set's a wrist check
Six buttons in the bowtie, girl, bitch, it's a blick check
I'm down there like a closet in, bitch, it's a Rick check
You still in the little leagues, bitch, it's a big check
Eighty dollars I can pack, bitch, I take rich breaths
I had markets up in 50, that's my richness
I can either boom fifty bucks, then catch Doggy out
Have Rudy ever got a **** dropped, do a froggy bounce
I get fucked up on and all this shit, that's what it's all about
I can't wear no skinny jeans 'cause all the racks be fallin' out
We was there for ninety days, but it look like a million months
We went there, we was broke and shit, but came back, we was kitted up
Her ass was flat, I sent her out, and now that boy be sittin' up
He sat there like a sittin' duck, they jumped out, and they sent him up
A crib in Bloomfield without a spentin' hutch
Buds moved on from the dog, talkin' 'bout infinity trust
My bitch want that Fendi stuff, nah, not that Fenty stuff
Shoulda knew my heart was chrome, no, I ain't got any trust
Bust it cost like ninety, wanted plane, it cost like sixty bucks
I made 'em switch, they sit them up, surprised they ain't got my picture up
My cousin, he can't come back over, always fuck my kitchen up
Rest in peace to Soda, but me too, I fucked that chicken up
Written by: Derrick Rendles Jr
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