Back to Back

I say, scooming, back to back, check the facts Bitch, them niggas dead, get her brother gone

And tell the world she giving killer head He wasn't thinkin' right, so he got left

Mean I think ahead, explosive tip a hit his noggin, it twist up his dreads

We might drop a opp today, we sliding with 40s and mops & Ks

Just run up a bag and hit play after play, huh, hit play after play

These niggas can't do it, so I will Hop on the track like a motherfucker, hot wheel

I'm not a killer, but don't get your top pealed Niggas be hiding , you might get your pops spilled

Twist off his cap and show him the Glock real, uh Twist off his cap and show him the Glock real

I say, bitch, I be packin' the heat' I keep them racks in the seat

Two straps on my hip, one in the back of the seat And that bitch go' die, da-da-da-da