Bakc to Bakc lyrics

[Intro]
Aye, gang
n*gga just got the lo' of that lil b*tch
You know it's that
Dead homies and we outside
(Ayy, Ecko, turn it up)
Yeah, Can y'all hear me though

[Chorus]
Aye, aye he's not official, that's points deducted go pop a pistol
b*tch think we laying and f*ckin' for free, she smoking crystal
Blitz the whole crowd, got it crackin' before they blew the whistle
Glass shatter, bullets hit bodies and now I'm getting little
Face shots, the only thing you catch around this way
f*ck cuz, if he was here I woulda said it to his face
Butting belt, my double engine, spankin' ass and taking names
Do my doug, new fully thang, it pack a punch like Roman Reigns
I can't tolerate no b*tch that run her mouth or goes the boot
Bump it out, just me and you and made the softest n*gga lose
Since a kid they used to said that Miesha son was missing screws
Safe to say, I'm sorry bae but you can't see her gettin' used

[Post-Chorus]
I can't stand n*ggas, runnin' out the lips like he just that
Can't forget, the biggest n*gga from your section is a rat
Free the Jacks when they was homeless, havin' suckas running laps
Back to back, that's me and brother b*tch I'm Kobe and he Shaq
[Verse: EBK Jaaybo]
On the Gs I can't stand n*ggas, I feel like Lil Quay
He spoke on Pops, I popped cuz I'm with the double backs
We been puttin' belt to the opps, they had enough of that
Spanked your homie 'bout my homie, ain't no coming back
Percs got me f*cked up, I can't feel sh*t
If that hoe don't pay n*ggas, she ain't no real b*tch
Got popped, he coulda left it in the streets but he still snitched
Put .62s on a n*gga, how that feel b*tch?
Aye, shut the f*ck up, you ain't no grave digger
Can't get this type of rank I got, until you spank n*ggas
It's throw some game in the square, she still gon' pay pimpin'
Lil bro gon' pick me up to slide because I face n*ggas, Gs n*gga
I'm EBK, I don't associate with 3 n*ggas
Hit a n*gga with the fully switch, don't know how he living
You want respect from the Gs, go catch a B n*gga
Bumpin' twin, we gon' bump it out can't wait to meet n*ggas
Could tell that cuh ain't never stood over no n*gga, he do drive bys
Will never catch me tryna sell no fully, 'cause I like mines
You know you really shot the f*ck outta him, you hit him more than five times
Caught a sucka loafing, he went night night

[Verse 2: Pay Gotti]
Aye, aye, can't throw no shmurda up on my name, 'cause I done got a n*gga grabbed
Everything was fun in games, so we left faces in the grass
Rapper dude from way out South, it ain't no doubt that he's a lash
Don't think I'm hiding out, still in the field just duck and crash
Aye, in this life we live it's either eat or you gon' starve
Free Traskie, probably spanked your older brother in that yard
Dark tints up on that b*tch, they look suspicious flip the car
Noodle legs, he tried to bleep the scene, but buddy won't get far
Dribble god, I'm something like bone collector in his prime
The reason why y'all Mommas didn't let y'all come outside
Stepped out the crib at Louis, goofies gettin' fly to die
Had to go up souter head, this stupid b*tch just blew my eye
[Chorus]
Aye, aye he's not official, that's points deducted go pop a pistol
b*tch think we laying and f*ckin' for free, she smoking crystal
Blitz the whole crowd, got it crackin' before they blew the whistle
Glass shatter, bullets hit bodies and now I'm getting little
Face shots, the only thing you catch around this way
f*ck cuz, if he was here I woulda said it to his face
Butting belt, my double engine, spankin' ass and taking names
Do my doug, new fully thang, it pack a punch like Roman Reigns
I can't tolerate no b*tch that run her mouth or goes the boot
Bump it out, just me and you and made the softest n*gga lose
Since a kid they used to said that Miesha son was missing screws
Safe to say, I'm sorry bae but you can't see her gettin' used

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
But you can't see her gettin' used baby
Yeah
Said can y'all hear me though
Aye, aye, aye