Back To Back
Young Dolph, Key Glock
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Let the band play Yeah Skrrt skrrt, skrrt, uh Pull up foreigns back to back, back to back, back to back to back And hop out with them racks, with them racks, yeah, with them big old racks Ay, shout out to my set, to my set, you see it around my neck Yeah, bitch, we like to flex, we like to flex, we ball, don't break a sweat Yeah, all these damn dead presidents, I'm gettin' too much, it's scarin' me F*ck these hoes, just let 'em be, can't let 'em get the best of me Bitch, I got the recipe, can't no nigga compare to me Yeah, all this water water on me, I might go join the swimming team I got dough, Krispy Kreme Fresh to death, crispy clean Bitch I smoke Christmas trees Got them lumps in my jeans Diamonds jumping, trampoline Uh, all you hear is bling (bling) Ball so hard, they think we cheatin' Yeah, yeah, yeah, you see it We pull up foreigns back to back, back to back, back to back to back And hop out with them racks, with them racks, yeah, with them big old racks Ay, shout out to my set, to my set, you see it around my neck Yeah, bitch, we like to flex, we like to flex, we ball, don't break a sweat We pull up back to back, back to back to back to back to back No, I don't play fair, shit 'round my neck jumpin' like jumping jacks All these bitches swear that they love me, bitch, you just love these stacks Dolph come on the radio, your girl gon' turn it up to the max Paper Route, Paper Route, Paper Route (uh) Motherfuckin' business, lil' nigga (uh) F*ck this rap shit, got some homeboys down the road doin' life sentence Lil' nigga (free my dawgs, free my dawgs) I never played tennis but I got racks (racks) Eight stacks just for a backpack (racks) See some f*ck niggas, then blatt blatt (blatt blatt) Blatt blatt blatt blatt (ay) Lake Michigan on my wrist (flooded) Mississippi river on my neck (flooded) Went to hollywood just to go flex (it's Dolph) I took his bitch, made her my pet (bitch) I wish all of my old hoes the best (f*ck y'all) Me and Tray-Tray on a jet (bitch) Blue Power Ranger on his chest, hah, blessed Pull up foreigns back to back, back to back, back to back to back And hop out with them racks, with them racks, yeah, with them big old racks Ay, shout out to my set, to my set, you see it around my neck Yeah, bitch, we like to flex, we like to flex, we ball, don't break a sweat
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Written by: Adolph Thornton, Krishon Gaines, Markeyvuis Cathey
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