BACK 2 BACK Lyrics – FWC Big Key

(Sh!t, what up, Kaio? This beat hard as hell)

E got a babyface, Key got a baby Drac’
Just know a b!tch through if she don’t let me f*ck or make me wait
Ma, I’m rich now, we can take a trip to every state
These n!ggas fake opps, I’m tryna remember every face

Blindfold an opp b!tch, she can’t remember where I stay (B!tch)
Key just brought the poles out like we was finna hit the lake (Yop)
Was finna pop this n!gga up, then started rememberin’ ’bout the pape’
Hit his whip with .308, look like the n!gga hit his brakes (sh!t)

Just caught his a$$ ridin’ fishbowl, he should’ve had tint
Just got a call, said an opp died, that’s what his a$$ get
If that sh!t ain’t go right, we would’ve left gang (No cap)
You know we spankin’ n!ggas’ a$$, I’m with Belt Gang (24)

So much opp pack in the air, think I got a chest pain (Damn)
Pass Key the stick if I ain’t there, we got the best aim
N!gga, I dropped twenty songs on YouTube and then the check came
Talkin’ foul, then got put up on a tee by that TEC thing

All the killers hang with me, got me cocky than a b!tch (Belt Gang)
Got the switchy in the D, got the chop when I’m in Flint (No cap)
Rest in peace to PnB, I got her rockin’ on my d!ck (R.I.P. bro)
Head couldn’t make the drop, b!tch, I’m rockin’ out with Sticc (What up, Sticc?)
B!tch think I’m a superstar, she all cheesin’ and sh!t
This n!gga E just spilled a whole pint of lean in my whip (F*ck you doin’?)
I’m with Blood, I’m with Lords, I’m with G’s, I’m with Crips
They ever get me in that room, b!tch, I’m pleadin’ the Fifth

We don’t write statements, tell up on the gang? Bro, you sound crazy (Dummy)
Put a fully on the semiautomatic because it sound lazy (Yop)
I don’t gotta switch my damn flow, bro, this sound paid me
It’s a striker, if you want me to hold it for you, I need a down payment
You can’t get me, n!gga, I got killers from the D to Flint (Yeah)
I sold a four, but drunk a line of it, he got a three of Trish
Pull up on a n!gga with five-percent so he ain’t seein’ sh!t
Roll the window down, it’s no more tint, all he seen was blick

You can’t see these n!ggas’ neck, I got my foot on it
Every n!gga with me got a hat that you can’t put on (b!tch)
Catch me on a n!gga block that I ain’t good on (At all)
Barefaced, no Pooh Shiesty, just a hood on (I’m on that)

Man, this type of sh!t don’t come with clean version, this a hood song
Wash the Nike Tech with peroxide because it’s blood on it (n!gga)
b!tch, if you keep actin’ like a fan, then I’m good on you
Bought a Moncler in the summertime without the hood on it

Just knocked the wind out my opp, he need some oxygen
You know if you f*ck a n!gga b!tch, that’s worse than poppin’ him (No cap)
I came a long way, I made it through them obstacles (I’m here)
You ain’t my opp if I never f*ckin’ shot at you, boy

Know what the f*ck goin’ on with me, n!gga, CashGang sh!t
What up, E?
What up, Key?
From the Flint to the D, n!gga, y’all n!ggas know what the f*ck goin’ on
Yeah, it’s with an X, n!gga
Fxce
E got a babyface, Key got a baby Drac’
Just know a b!tch through if she don’t let me f*ck or make me wait