Back 2 Back ft. Mack Briel Lyrics

With the mob , we gon' slide, all you niggas hide

It's suicide, you diss on Zi , all you niggas gon' die

I'm ridin' round with my nine, tryna stretch somethin

I'm with my brother Mack, you know he goin' down somethin

I ain't gon' speak gon' shh, cause that nigga dead

He would talk too much, he ain't used his head

Why he askin' me questions, I think these niggas feds

Or that boy think he's savage, cause he grew his dreads

I got that ladder on me like I'm tryna climb somethin

I fucked his bitch and now he about go and cry or somethin

I caught two cases, I still end up merk ' somethin

They drop my F1, I'm bout to go and have fun

Niggas talkin' crazy, they can get killed

I don't hesitate and let that blood spill

I start smilin' with my sick ass

I fuck your bitch real good, she havin' whiplash

It get hot, I start dyin', we ain't got no chill

I be runnin' up them bands, I'm chasin' the mill

She wanna get fucked off a prec , told her I don't pop no pills

I could hit a nigga from 50 yards, I really got skills

Bitch tryna stay, this is not it

Now she cryin' cause I called her a thot, bitch

I knew she from the west side, how she said stop it

I tell that bitch to turn around and just pop it

I stand ten toes with my Glocky, I ain't boxin

Forty bullets hittin' her like Mike Tyson

She suck my dick and kiss her nigga, she triflin

I'ma fuck that bitch while her friend watchin