Back to Back lyrics

by

KrispyLife Kidd


[Intro]
Yeah n*gga
Roadrunner sh*t
Aye

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Huh, I got a pill bottle filled with addys
I'm on some janky ass sh*t, Matilda daddy
I never nutted in you hoe, you better find the daddy
It’s time to slide on the opps' but can't find the addy

[Verse 2: Roadrunner TB]
The way she eat the di*k got superpowers, think she Wonder Woman
She had to take her wig off cause I kept c*mming on it
Told her once i hit it from the back, it ain’t no running from it
Said i could dance on that work, I got the stomping on it

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
f*ck you and that kickback, I'm finna thump the function
She suck my di*k twice more than (?) what you up to something?
It's funny, shoot first then they be duck and running
Like i hit my head on the door, I ain't ducking nothing
Text my neighbor upstairs like, “get down here b*tch”
Look in that scat with the tints, you done found your b*tch
Coming up fast in the game, i done found my glitch
Clip on the bottom of this b*tch, its five by six
Dog dissed me at one then died by six
[Verse 4: Roadrunner TB]
You bet not call me your brother, might f*ck your b*tch
Say when she leaving, she go home and she can take my di*k
Im on the road with that dog but it ain't no Pitt
Forty quick to paint a n*gga head like Dennis Rodman
Used to be the man, Batman, now he Robin
f*ck a n*gga b*tch and give her back, now she toxic
Fresh off the stove, cool it down I'm tryna' lock it
Fick take the three, i hit it once, I bet it drop him

[Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd]
Today I'm not in trench mood, Imma’ walk it
A b*tch can do a lot of sh*t but be in my face is not an option
These n*ggas weird, Hopson
White boy f*cking n*ggas up, Dončić
I fought her brother because I lover, I’m toxic
Fat n*gga about that action, Bronson
Really got a good plug, (?)

[Verse 6: Roadrunner TB]
Mikey did a whole gram, he feel nauseous
Get pulled over and check the whip, its gon' cost us
Im quick to quarter bag some sh*t like I’m Dalton
I put my hands on that boy like Steve Austin
How the f*ck you smacking all these plays, b*tch you walking
Number on the tester, toss it in, there ain't no talking
All the way in flint, I'm getting bucks like it's Milwaukee
Allen get a ball every morning like its coffee
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