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Headie One - Back to Back Lyrics



Headie One - Back to Back Lyrics
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[ Featuring RV ]

(Ayy, CZR did the madness though)
Yo, turn
(Flip, flip)
Turn, turn (flip, flip)

How many times am I gonna need cling film
First time I seen a .36, I stared at the box like I'd been binging
Come like the budge was famous, the way asked for pictures
I really f*cked up the quality, why did I buy the PM in a Rizla
You ever gone up suh done a re in a bruck down insignia
Then stuffed two smokes in that same insignia, I tryna turn the oppblock Syria
Told me aunt I'll talk to the Ggz Nd tellin stop drilling it
I had to lie to aunty Terrier

Made quarter mil' off drill
Still I'll go drill a paigon
No reconciliation
F*ck all of my opps personal
Just chopped the crop get pulled by cops I'll tell 'em it personal
And I was tryna off white before I knew about Virgil
Pray that the gang don't catch you
Mashed so much work on da opp block
When I die, they gotta build a statue
Did it bait dat day was a mad move
I cheffed him, coulda left him
I never had to, but I had to
I 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 took them risks I believed in Jesus
Two packs like Ferb and Phineas, I mean Phineas Ferb
Me and bro see a opp then he chinged it, I'm surprised his wrist isn't hurt
Bro did slap in reverse, but there's times he didn't reverse
He slapped in drive when he mount that pavement
That's gangnem drillin' out twelve
Or hop out the ride tryna shave man's head bac, Fabian Delph
Then I pray to the Lord that I don't end up in a cell

I never used to smoke like that but since them opps turnt pack I'm a stoner
If you add up the works dat gang did that's 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 won't free up the cooch 'cause they're Insta famous
My niggas just re up on food and bruck it down no Mr Vegas
Grip the stainless, spill man's juice like I'm mixing chasers

Spill man's juice like chaser mix that
Hop out in my air force like Digdat
Remember when we done it on ridgeback
Wheels still rolling hop off ching that
Bro slapped off on the opp block
Lock swear it nearly gave him whiplash
Luckily, he locked them elbows
He wasn't really tryna feel that kickback
Ring trap out the bando no giff gaff
Young boy ain't tryna take a break no KitKat
Interview room he ain't doing no chitchat
Ever had jakes tryna video link that
Foul play in the field
We ain't even playing with shin pads
Lil' bro scored on a opp boy
Now we just sipping on liqlaq

My man ran when he's friend got got
All now, he ain't rid for his member
Anytime that gang go attacking
Opps full back like Timothy Mensah
I asked bro what happened that day
He said forgot it like he didn't remember
.44 works like a DJ
Load that up and spin it like Bempah
Anytime me and my bro step
That's 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 (quick)
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(Ayy, CZR did the madness though)
Yo, turn
(Flip, flip)
Turn, turn (flip, flip)

How many times am I gonna need cling film
First time I seen a .36, I stared at the box like I'd been binging
Come like the budge was famous, the way asked for pictures
I really f*cked up the quality, why did I buy the PM in a Rizla
You ever gone up suh done a re in a bruck down insignia
Then stuffed two smokes in that same insignia, I tryna turn the oppblock Syria
Told me aunt I'll talk to the Ggz Nd tellin stop drilling it
I had to lie to aunty Terrier

Made quarter mil' off drill
Still I'll go drill a paigon
No reconciliation
F*ck all of my opps personal
Just chopped the crop get pulled by cops I'll tell 'em it personal
And I was tryna off white before I knew about Virgil
Pray that the gang don't catch you
Mashed so much work on da opp block
When I die, they gotta build a statue
Did it bait dat day was a mad move
I cheffed him, coulda left him
I never had to, but I had to
I 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 took them risks I believed in Jesus
Two packs like Ferb and Phineas, I mean Phineas Ferb
Me and bro see a opp then he chinged it, I'm surprised his wrist isn't hurt
Bro did slap in reverse, but there's times he didn't reverse
He slapped in drive when he mount that pavement
That's gangnem drillin' out twelve
Or hop out the ride tryna shave man's head bac, Fabian Delph
Then I pray to the Lord that I don't end up in a cell

I never used to smoke like that but since them opps turnt pack I'm a stoner
If you add up the works dat gang did that's 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 won't free up the cooch 'cause they're Insta famous
My niggas just re up on food and bruck it down no Mr Vegas
Grip the stainless, spill man's juice like I'm mixing chasers

Spill man's juice like chaser mix that
Hop out in my air force like Digdat
Remember when we done it on ridgeback
Wheels still rolling hop off ching that
Bro slapped off on the opp block
Lock swear it nearly gave him whiplash
Luckily, he locked them elbows
He wasn't really tryna feel that kickback
Ring trap out the bando no giff gaff
Young boy ain't tryna take a break no KitKat
Interview room he ain't doing no chitchat
Ever had jakes tryna video link that
Foul play in the field
We ain't even playing with shin pads
Lil' bro scored on a opp boy
Now we just sipping on liqlaq

My man ran when he's friend got got
All now, he ain't rid for his member
Anytime that gang go attacking
Opps full back like Timothy Mensah
I asked bro what happened that day
He said forgot it like he didn't remember
.44 works like a DJ
Load that up and spin it like Bempah
Anytime me and my bro step
That's 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 (quick)
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Writer: Irving Adjei, Jordan Townsend, Adam Lyddon
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music

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Performed By: Headie One
Featuring: RV
Length: 2:58
Written by: Irving Adjei, Jordan Townsend, Adam Lyddon

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