[Verse 1: Nardo Wick]
Real niggas in my circle, you can’t fit
Don’t fuck 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 bitches, back to back to back
Gang gang, back to back to back
Shooters trailin’ me, back to back to back
Back to back to back to back to back to back to
[Chorus: Future]
Back to back to back to back to back to back to back to
Back to back to back to back to back to back to back to
Shooters
Back to back to back to back to back to back to back to
Back to back to back to back to back to back to back to
Shooters
[Verse 2: Nardo Wick]
Uh
Back to back like Rolls, I matte-black my Rover
Chop stick gon’ show you
Chop stick gon’ blow you
My stick gon’ huh, huh
Back to back like Rolls, I matte-black my Rover
Chop stick gon’ show you
Chop stick gon’ blow you
My stick gon’ huh, uh
They gon’ heat me up, but I been tryna keep it cool with these lil niggas
They try to stop the blow too late, my finger was already on the trigger
She call me “Shovel man”, she like the way I pull up and I dig it
Wе fucked a hundred times, thеy ask, I be like, “I ain’t ever hit it”
Stop all that beatin’ around the bush, homie, say it with your chest
Got a lot of dog shit, homie, know you probably smell it
“Vroom, vroom”, that’s my name, [?], pull up in this Vette
Go and check the news, brodie, heard somebody stretched
In your feelings ’bout a bitch, lil nigga better get a grip
Tired of getting taxed for that shit, lil nigga, 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 [run to close?] it ain’t no pressin’ me
I got on Vinci, LV [?] but I got that check on me
If I swing this bitch from left to right, gon’ have to check on your homie
Lil bruh ‘nem known for stoppin’ cars, but they be on go for me
[Verse 3: Future]
Look and get a glimpse when I’m out, nigga, it’s bad luck
I just put ten mil in the pen, it made me feel better
[?] passin’ out these bows, I’m cold with the blammer
My lil young nigga ran a M on the road, he a scammer (Run it up)
Drippin’ Moncler, I smash ’em, covered in bezel (Covered up)
Bro, I’m clever, vendettas, raw dope, it’s whatever (Let’s go up)
I’m a rapper, but better, if I go, I go federal (Pluto)
I pour up, I don’t measure, I smash soon as I met her
I leveled up, my bread up, I’m fed up, it’s pressure
It’s gang gang, you can’t hang, we slimin’ out whoever
I keep it on, get stepped on, in Maison Margiela
Got two cribs in Alpharetta, they down the street from each other
I know trap spot, my lil one he know the laptop
Shawty had me Kel-Tec, Chris Vic, he a vampire
Campin’ right in front of your house and start up a campfire
I just did my number then fumbled, this wasn’t a landslide
Ain’t gon’ be no nigga who dissin’ you, I’m spinnin’ back to back
Any nigga save on the issue, I’m goin’ rat-a-tat
Fifty bullets sittin’ in the clip, it got a nigga arrogant
Murderers on murderers do murders, my natural habitat
[Outro: Future]
Back to back to back to back to back
The shooters back to back
Back to back to back to back to back
The shooters back to back
Back to back to back to back to back
The shooters back to back
Back to back to back to back to back
The shooters back to back
