Back to Back - DaBoii, Yhung T.O.

Yeah, Top Shotter, and Dondada, DBoii what up?

Boy, you ain’t no motherfuckin' boss

You ain’t the nigga wit' the juice, you ain’t the nigga wit' the sauce

Park a whip up over here I think them niggas lost

Soon as they declare it’s on them niggas getting offed

Bape jacket on cost a couple thousand

We pull up with big shit that blow up houses

These lil' niggas don’t want no static

Riding 'round with the boogie man in the 4matic

Too many seeds up in one blunt, boy who you copped it from?

And don’t you ask me what this go for, you don’t got the funds

Boy be careful who you mugging, I am not the one

Rich nigga, hit the mall and I shop for fun

Weird bitch out the way I think she gothic

All she do is run through the beans and bring me profit

Yeah Fmb, yeah SOB them my patnas

Yeah make the call huh we gon' pull up with them choppas

FMB DZ that’s my Rasta

Guapanese, what my jeans hold a lot of

Thirty clip, in our Glocks put the stocks up

Nigga get your blunt up out my face, I will not puff

I got a F&N, blue tips with the flashlight

Got my cash right, I just handled three from last night

Yeah I got four bitches in the coupe they all bad

I know some old niggas from my hood they all mad

And don’t put your trust up in me you will get back door

If that bitch give me a wink I’m leaving her back broke

I know some bitches that be jokes but bitch you a bad joke

And nigga ain’t shit funny, the fuck did you laugh for?

I put that pistol to your head you fuck with little brodie

My mama keep me in her prayers 'cause them demons on me

Nigga get up out my face 'cause you don’t even know me

I keep money, can’t keep bitches but I keep a .40

Umm I can’t keep a bitch to save my life

Shout out to the plug, he lowered the price

Bitch I make a bag in every state I land in

This a quarter million dollar car that I’m playing in

We the reason why the other side be staying in

Hudson jeans what I’m wearing, these ain’t H&M's

And I’m just dropping off dick, heard you ate the bitch

And yeah that shit sound good and all but I ain’t convinced

Cell phone slapping, house got a lot a traps

You a rapper, I’m a trapper bust a brick without the wrapper

Got some niggas that’s gon' pull up, let some shots off for me

Got 7.62's that’ll go through a tree

First thing on my mind, get in the booth

I got the juice, Bishop and Q

Why I wanna fuck? Bitch 'cause you cute

Why I can’t hold my tongue? Bitch 'cause I’m rude

Everybody claim they real somebody gotta be faking

All them obstacles I dodged, somebody gotta be praying

Why everybody wanna rush? Somebody gotta be patient

Too much fake love in the air somebody gotta be hating

I done took risks you would never take

No discipline up in your gang, it’s time to regulate

Cash in my pick, bitch come get on me with the devil face

Puff a cloud up out this blunt then you gon' levitate