Back To Back ft. MTG Ghost Lyrics

I'm feelin' like the GOAT, nigga Tom Brady, Bitch, niggas hatin

I got a bitch, what you sayin'? Niggas in the streets, man, they kids, yeah

they playin' they all Mariah Carey's, get in that room, straight

singin' Got a hundred K plan', all I do is hit my

Mans I'm on the south side, bringin' the Beach

With the sand

Whole time Jigg was recordin', I was Dreamin' bout wockesha

You can't crack, give me them turtle ass Phones, I can teach

Ya I'm crackin' like the 80s finna go and buy

A beeper, I had to stop sippin' drank cuz off It, I'm a heavy sleeper

My pops was bricklayer, Moms studied to

Be a doctor, You put my life in the movie, That bitch'll

Winn a Oscar I can get you whatever, but you Know I gotta

Charge ya I'm sorry if you want the hits, you Gotta

Go farther

I can get you lined up, I am not a barber

Trap phone, goin' dead, bitch, go get the charger

Criss-cross on the work like I am Jamal Crawford

The plug trust me with that bag, cause I am a scholar

You was up all night, It only took me a couple hours

Do you want this shit brick, or do you want this shit flower

Had to cut cuz off, cuz his shit was a little sour

Had my line slowed down, I had to hit it with the power

All these baby bottles around, But it ain't one toddler

Just cause I'm whippin' up a baby, that don't mean that I'm a father

The mic cool, but it's special when you pull it out the water

And it stu me in my drank, I feel like Dwayne Carter

Yeah, yeah, bitch, how you like me now

Fresh as hell, hope you brought a cloth, Jus To wipe me down

Bitch, I dump the pings like a king, I deserve A crown

I don't worry bout kill, he stay with a hunnit rounds

Standing on that Whitney, you can call me Bobby Brown

It's dog in my town, but I roll around with girl scouts

When I don't answer my phone, the head's like to pout

Made 10 in Corona, nigga, I ain't never seen A drought

Good, yay, get the hypes, geeked, make em scream and shout

We thought the boy was on our tail, we took A different route

Cuz & bro phones in here fightin' like a title Bout

I been bringin' in them loads, nigga, Ghost can vouch

Me and Kill was crackin' back when we was On TT couch

I used to stuff the racks in the Crown Royal pouch