作词 : Horace Walls/Joshua Luellen/Nayvadius Wilburn
作曲 : Horace Walls/Joshua Luellen/Nayvadius Wilburn
[Verse 1: Nardo Wick]
Real niggas in my circle, you can't fit
Don't **** with too many, be on some anti shit
I told her pull up, she asked me, "Do I trick"
Right now I'm fresh as hell, somebody take a flick
Pretty b*****s, back to back to back
Gang gang, like they back to back
Shooters [?] in me, back to back to back
Back to back to back to back to back to back to back
[Chorus: Future]
Back to back to back to back to back to back to back
Back to back to back to back to back to back to back
The shooters
Back to back to back to back to back to back to back
Back to back to back to back to back to back to back
The shooters
[Verse 2: Nardo Wick]
Uh
Back to back like Rolls, I matte back my rover
Chop sticks gon' show you
Chop stick gon' blow you
My stick gon'...
Back to back like roller
Back to back like Rolls, I matte back my rover
Chop sticks gon' show you
Chop stick gon' blow you
My stick gon' [?]
They gon' heat me up, but I been tryna keep it cool at the end of the day
They try to start the [?] too late, my finger was already on the trigger
She call me "Shovel man", she like the way I pull up and I hit it
We ****ed a hundred times, they ask, "How good?" like I ain't ever hit
Stop all that beatin' around the bush, homie, sit with your chicks
Got a lot of dogs, shit homie, know you probably smell it
That my name Jordie, pull up in the vet
Go and check the news brodie, heard somebody stretched
In your feelings 'bout a b***h, lil n* better get a grip
Tired of getting [?] for that shit, lil n*, take a trip
This shit I got right here for show, I blow, make everybody dip
Went to visit Granny, she said, "What's that pokin' out your hip?"
I told brodie walk behind so he can catch me if I slip
She on 1942, she beggin' me to take a sip
First she drove the boat, then she rode me like a ship
First you load it up, then you empty out the clip
I'm not no button, I'm no random close that aint no pressin' me
I got on Vinci, LV no nine but I got that check on me
If I swing this b***h from left to right, gon' have to check on your homie
Lil bronem known for steppin cars but they be on call for me
[Verse 3: Future]
Guess when I'm out, n*, it's bad luck
I just put ten mil in the pent, it made me feel better
that passin' out these bows, I'm cold with the blammer
Young n* ran a M on a road, he a scammer
Drippin' Moncler special I'm covered in Belgium
I'm clever Vanda it's whatever
I'm Rambo I go, I go federal
I pour up, I measure, I smash when I met her
I love her up, my bread up gon fed up it's pressure
It's gang gang, you can't hang, we slimin' out whoever
I keep it on you sped on you main say my drug
Got two cribs that afro down the street from each other
Got no trust fund, my lil bro he went laptop
Shawty had me he a vampire
Campin' right in front of your house and start up a campfire
I just did my number then fumbled this was last fight
Ain't gon' be no n* who did spinnin' back to back
Any niggas say I'm goin' Ins [?]
Fifty bullets in the clip [?]
Murderers on murderers do murders, my natural habitat
[Outro: Future]
Back to back to back to back, the shooters back to back
Back to back to back to back, the shooters back to back
Back to back to back to back, the shooters back to back
Back to back to back to back, the shooters back to back