text: Back to Back Lyrics
  Ayy, CZR you did a mazza still
  Yo, turn
  Flip, flip
  Turn, turn
  How many times am I gonna need clingfilm? 
  First time I see a .36, I just stared at the box like Id been bingin 
  Come like the bujj was famous, the way I used to ask for pictures 
  I really fucked up the quality, why did I buy the PM in a Rizla? 
  You ever gone up suh? Done a re in a bruck Insignia? 
  Then stuffed two smokes in that same Insignia, I tried to turn the opp block Syria 
  Told my aunt Ill talk the GGs, tell em stop drillin it 
  I had to lie to Aunty Terrier 
  Made quarter mill off drill , still Ill go drill a pagan 
  No reconciliation 
  Fuck all of my opps, its personal 
  Just chopped the crop, get pulled by cops, Ill tell em its personal 
  And I was tryna off white before I knew about Virgil 
  Pray that the gang dont catch you 
  Mashed so much work on the opp block 
  When I die, they gotta build a statue 
  Did it bait that day, was a mad move 
  I cheffed him, coulda left him
  Never had to, but I had to 
  Keep it one hunna, niggas know my angle, never been acute 
  Yo, two hand tings, twin sisters, one a bit older, Serena and Venus 
  I say a prayer, then I glide, I dun took them risks, I believe in Jesus 
  Two packs like Ferb and Phineas, I made Phineas Ferb 
  Me and bro see a opp, then he chinged it , Im surprised his wrist isnt hurt 
  Bro did slap it in reverse, but theres times he didnt reverse 
  He slapped in drive and he mounted that pavement
  Thats gangnem drillin out twelve 
  Or hop out the ride tryna shave mans head back , Fabian Delph 
  Then I pray to the Lord that I dont end up in a cell 
  I never used to smoke like that 
  Since them opps turnt pack, Im a stoner 
  If you add up the works that gang did
  Thats a hundred stabs like Aidonia 
  Did road with a mask and gloves 
  Way before man knew about Corona
  To get my wap, I text my yat
  Like Dexta Daps ,come bring it to the owner 
  Same girls that got their heart broken
  Went on Facebook and switched their status
  Move like they wont free up the cooch cause theyre Insta famous 
  My niggas just re-up on food and bruk it down, no Mr. Vegas 
  Grip the stainless, spill mans juice like Im mixin chasers
  Spill mans juice like chaser, mix that
  Hop out in my Air Force like DigDat
  Remember when we went there, done it on ridgeback
  Wheels still rollin, hopped off, chinged that 
  Bro slapped off on the opp block
  Swear that it gave him whiplash 
  Luckily, he locked them elbows
  He wasnt really tryna feel that kickback
  Ring trap out the bando, no giff gaff
  Young boy aint tryna take a break, no Kit Kat
  Interview room, he aint doin no chit chat
  Ever had jakes tryna video link that 
  Foul play in the field, we aint even playin with shin pads 
  Lil bro scored on a opp, but now were just sipping on liqlaq 
  My man ran when his friend got got
  All now, he aint rid for his member 
  Anytime that gang go attackin
  Opps full back like Timothy Mensah 
  I asked bro what happened that day
  He said, four got it like he didnt remember 
  .44 works like a DJ
  Load that up and spin it like Bempah 
  Anytime me and my bro step 
  Thats at least one swammy on us 
  Two in the dots, three man in the whip with bally and gloves
  Phoned my plug for four and a half
  He gave me five, flang me a touch 
  Told him bring me the pack next day like Amazon does Embed