Back and Forth lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama]
Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Yakki
Skeme
Watch for the wordplay!

[Chorus: Skeme & PopLord]
Put it to 'em from the two-three
I don't talk much, let the tool speak
All my pockets full of looseleaf
Me and Yak kicking game, Bruce Lee
Skeme, tell 'em what the scheme is
Mix the molly, syrup with the pain pills
Real VV's, nothing fake, yeah
n*gga whippin' babies like a daycare
No cap, we some trill n*ggas
Give a f*ck how you feel, n*gga
Livin' major, gotta get the paper
If you get to hatin', I'ma deal with ya
Seller send ten like a house n*gga
But my car black like a field n*gga
Catch a play like a outfielder
Whole team full of real n*ggas (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Skeme & PopLord]
I tell a bad b*tch I'm on her, I want her
Point at her like Uncle Sam
Flyer than Stunnaman, styrofoam muddy
That made me talk slower than Brotherman
Diamonds on Africa, Africa, we call it motherland
No T-I-P, I'm the Troubleman
Too many bricks for the Acura, we need another van
VVS1 look like water land
We done rolled up with that cake
These n*ggas some fakes and I'll say that right in they face
Grass got love for these snakes
Pull up with them K's and put a f*ck n*gga in place
(Do-do-do-do-do) Killed 'em, SIG
I got the block like [?]
Got a lot of awards they ain't give me yet
n*gga, play your sh*t, they get to wavin' it out like smoke from a cigarette
[Chorus: Skeme & PopLord]
Put it to 'em from the two-three
I don't talk much, let the tool speak
All my pockets full of looseleaf
Me and Yak kicking game, Bruce Lee
Skeme, tell 'em what the scheme is
Mix the molly, syrup with the pain pills
Real VV's, nothing fake, yeah
n*gga whippin' babies like a daycare
No cap, we some trill n*ggas
Give a f*ck how you feel, n*gga
Livin' major, gotta get the paper
If you get to hatin', I'ma deal with ya
Seller send ten like a house n*gga
But my car black like a field n*gga
Catch a play like a outfielder
Whole team full of real n*ggas

[Verse 2: Skeme & PopLord]
Got [?] in that Maybach and they hate that
n*gga, peek-a-boo
With your main ho gettin' blown
Just like the radiator or speaker too
'Tween me and you, I speak the truth
I could make a million in a week or two
Ray Charles to competitors
Serve this sh*t at you like Federal, ayy
I'm trappin' up out of the bando with them
I came up outta cut bando with them
Throwin' money to the ceiling, pretty b*tches with me
They just be happy, they be on the M
f*ck 'round and unload this clip in your grandma
Pockets is fat and my patience is thin
I gotta get mine, that's how I'm designed
I just bought a nine, but my b*tch is a ten
[Chorus: Skeme & PopLord]
Put it to 'em from the two-three
I don't talk much, let the tool speak
All my pockets full of looseleaf
Me and Yak kicking game, Bruce Lee
Skeme, tell 'em what the scheme is
Mix the molly, syrup with the pain pills
Real VV's, nothing fake, yeah
n*gga whippin' babies like a daycare
No cap, we some trill n*ggas
Give a f*ck how you feel, n*gga
Livin' major, gotta get the paper
If you get to hatin', I'ma deal with ya
Seller send ten like a house n*gga
But my car black like a field n*gga
Catch a play like a outfielder
Whole team full of real n*ggas

[Verse 3: Skeme & PopLord]
Right, livin' my life like a thug, the streets show me love
'Cause I got mine outta the mud
Rollie, it look like a flood, I'm filled with drugs
They tryna take 'way the mud
I'm ridin' around with that stuff, I can't get enough
So f*ck a coppa and a judge
Y'all get D.V. out ya roster
He ridin' with shotta with hundred-round choppas
Got 'em, knockin', knockin' 'til we knockin' yo' door off
Run up on me talkin', I let the pole off
n*gga tippin' then I'm knockin' his flow off
12-gauge, knock the tail off, he pulled off
Gotta get to Feddin' me
And Yakkaveli poppin' these shots at you pus*y ass n*ggas
Cocaine Bentley Balmain denim
I did this sh*t for the b*tches
[Chorus: Skeme & PopLord]
Put it to 'em from the two-three
I don't talk much, let the tool speak
All my pockets full of looseleaf
Me and Yak kicking game, Bruce Lee
Skeme, tell 'em what the scheme is
Mix the molly, syrup with the pain pills
Real VV's, nothing fake, yeah
n*gga whippin' babies like a daycare
No cap, we some trill n*ggas
Give a f*ck how you feel, n*gga
Livin' major, gotta get the paper
If you get to hatin', I'ma deal with ya
Seller send ten like a house n*gga
But my car black like a field n*gga
Catch a play like a outfielder
Whole team full of real n*ggas

[Outro: DJ Drama]
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