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lirik lagu back 2 back – c1 & k-trap

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[intro]

h1k made this
four7

[verse 1: c1]
no amiris today, it’s a tracksuit (lt)
i ain’t no average black yute (yeah)
pull up at functions, musical statues
you don’t want me plus s tryna catch you (ayy, come ‘ere)
all blacked out, that’s skid tryna blam you (bap)
how you leavin’ your bro? that’s a mad move (bap)
smokin’ timmy, we don’t lack booze
solly and bally, ‘course it’s not that too (safe, safe)
ridin’ around gets tirin’, can’t see nuttin’ like toast in the winter (nuttin’, nuttin’)
me and them boys could never do a link up
three us in the field, and you better have your ting tucked (lt)
white girl linda, boy, she a drinker (uh)
we didn’t meet her on tinder (no, we never)
we ain’t goin’ uptop for no mix up (no, we ain’t)
jump out, let it roll like simba (yo, bap, bap)
[verse 2: k*trap]
i hate when i’m runnin’ up men (f*ck)
i jump out the ride, i’m runnin’ with a skeng (i’m runnin’)
really, we wanted the bredrin (ugh), but bro flung out the friend (bap)
make sure it’s full with hollows, six in a spin, seven on eight and a nine on ten (ten)
just drove on an opp block, told bro, “quiet the revs” (nyoom)
spot it*spot it*spot it, drop it, yes
settle with the cabbage, but nuttin’ less (nuttin’)
eight in the retta, that’s why i’m on ends
bring them all pop for the mess (grrt, baow)
don’t turn pack, you’re blessed, two waps, i don’t get back or stressed
one in the head (one), told bro, “jump out and cheff”, we ain’t tryna get back in guess (no)

[verse 3: c1]
test waps in a park, that’s a local forest (lt)
lil’ man got shot then another got shot
if i talk out loud, it’s horrid (yeah)
live in the streets, can’t tell man, “stop it!” (no)
me and my brothers are always the topic (yeah)
get ’round there, cut sh*t then pop sh*t (bap, bap)
get right back to the ends and lock this (lock it)
f*ck these bridges, they wanna be toxic (safe)
six shot spin, you know how it gets
one in the head, put one in the chest (put one in the chest)
never aim for the legs
catch that, ying that, ride for your friends (yeah)
hillside gang, lt to the end
if you wanna chat wass then we’re slidin’ again (we’re slidin’ again)
got*got*got him hidin’ again, they don’t really want the mandem wylin’ again (no, no)
[verse 4: k*trap]
i’m too old to be knowin’ these faces (yeah)
i told lil’ man, “go and the one you see lookin’ old enough, just blaze him” (bap)
turn that to a patient (patient)
sittin’ with a wap and a spinner, three turns pack then we’re lightin’ the dinger (light it)
you ain’t gonna ride for your n*gga, you goin’ on live and tappin’ on twitter (ugh)
that ain’t*that ain’t a way, just chattin’ a way, gotta pattern the place and level the score (yeah)
hide with them in your own discretion, bro don’t care, he’ll pellet a wh0re (bap)
we ain’t tryna jump out lettin’ off ones
run that down, start gettin’ in more (bap, bap)
find it weird when i see man lackin’ like gangnem didn’t get him before (ha)

[verse 5: c1]
they all wanna know what we do, but they can’t (no)
all this sh*t and i still ain’t been in france (never)
firm man’s jump, that’s a gunman stance
runnin’ that down, how you run so fast? (how?)
we ain’t them boys, they ain’t the same class
and you know this, suttin’ got shot down fast (bap)
f*cked that once, only had one chance
sw*ng it to bro, i ain’t havin’ a laugh (my boy)
bro at the yardy screamin’, “rass” (rass)
attempted m’s ain’t part of the task (no, they ain’t)
i don’t wanna hear no verbal, i don’t even care if a n*gga don’t chart (f*ck it, f*ck it)
still got bine, tryna turn man grass (bap)
do it for the snap, love shakin’ her *rs* (love shakin’ her *rs*)
she love shakin’ her *rs*, she don’t really want a man pullin’ up to the dance (no)
[outro]
h*h1k made this
four7

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