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Tay B - Back 2 Back Lyrics

Back 2 Back Lyrics[Intro: Tay B]
(ITrez on the track)
All facts, lil' nigga, huh
Yeah
Uh

[Verse 1: Tay B]
Yeah, I heard you in that G-Wagen, not the Benz one
Bitch, the Ford one, you can't afford one
You ain't never made six G's, nigga
My car don't even take CDs
You in fake Balmain, word to DZ's
You in fake diamonds, nigga, word to CZs

[Verse 2: FMB DZ]
I ran it up and went ignant, word to Tay B
Everything push-to-start, bitch, I hate keys
Shout out that motherfuckin' road 'cause it made me

[Verse 3: Tay B]
I was takin' trips to AZ, I was eighteen
Y'all be on Instagram postin' fake cheese
Put that pistol in your face, pussy, say cheese
I wear my shit anywhere, come and take these

[Verse 4: FMB DZ]
I just found a thousand-pack for the eighteen
Tryna put my niggas in gold like the A-Team
And I'll pity any fool try to take these

[Verse 5: Tay B]
If you don't do what you supposed to do
Shit, probably end up stretchin' you
Probably gon' fuck and get the neck from you
Probably get the best of you
Then probably gon' end up neglectin' you
I don't really like to do the seconds, boo

[Verse 6: FMB DZ]
A hundred-round drum, nigga, you can catch them extras too
Later when I'm done, I pour a four up in a Mountain Dew
Boy, you ain't my mans, don't shake my hands, I don't fuck with you
Took some niggas years to get this far, it took a month or two
I get in my feelings, pop a Perc' and blow a blunt or two
R.I.P. Uncle Mudd, I wish that I could sip a cup with you
When them boys caught you, I wish I was in the cut with you
I'd do what I'm 'posed to do, can't let 'em get close to you, yeah

[Verse 7: Tay B]
Young boss nigga, I do boss shit, huh
You ain't gettin' money, you just talk shit, huh
You don't wanna beef 'cause we chalk shit
We don't play hard 'cause we came up off soft shit, huh
And you lost up in the sauce, bitch
I ain't get this from my mama, huh, bitch, I bought this, huh
I ain't drive on that road, bitch, I caught this, huh
Randy Moss shit, huh, get it off quick, huh

[Verse 8: FMB DZ]
I got that work and it ain't cheap
Really in that water, bitch, I'm swimmin' in the deep
Bitch all in my face, she keep asking is I'm me?
The bitch thought I was lyin', so she asked to see my teeth

[Verse 9: Tay B]
Got a new bitch every week, this your bitch, we just creep
And the shit she'll never do for you, she do for me
Nigga, hop off my D, might as well go and leap
And you shop from low to high, lil' boy, you hella cheap
And she wanna fuck with me, told the bitch to say please now
Now hit your knees, huh
These niggas payin' fifty dollars for some fake lean
These niggas payin' fifty dollars for some fake jeans

[Verse 10: FMB DZ]
I had to get up off my ass, I was tired of chillin'
Nigga play with that bag, you must be tired of livin'
I'll slide with them sticks, you know my position
Nigga can't tell me shit, I make my own decisions
Walk in Silver Rain and throw a bitch tuition
Brodie 41 plain, but it still glisten
Seen his bitch around the gang, he got in his feelings
Bitch, I made my own lane, I see no competition
That's just how I'm feelin'