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BACK 2 BACK Video (MV)




Performed By: Issue & Luh Mari
Language: English
Length: 1:56
Written by: RICHARD WOODS, AMARI BROUGHTON




Issue & Luh Mari - BACK 2 BACK Lyrics




I ah have my youngins pull up hangin' out the window, ain't no talkin' now
You better have that glizzy pussy, boy, when it's time to spark it out
See lil' k dot, that's my shooter, we ain't beefin' on computers
Pull up, Blowin', tecs and roogers, shoutout T thang yea, he'll do ya

F*ck with us, you gon' get tore up, extra clips, we don't stop shootin
GTB, yeah, that's the movement, it's just two, boy, no recruitin
I'm with Lil' Pat, that nigga Roofless, two for two, that's how we movin
Off the X, that nigga Groovin, we pull up shootin', yeah that's a movie

I ain't even gotta talk to have bro nem get on your ass
Pop out in traffic, catch you slippin', clap some shots and make you crash
Hop out on feet get close in person, it ain't nothin' to kill your ass
Pull off like five miles per hour, I ain't even hit the gas

Next day back in traffic with two shooters, bitch, who lackin
Do ah, hit all by myself, keep my mouth closed, don't know what happened
Niggas round me, pistol packin', it ain't shit to get it crackin
Lil bro, shoot that bitch like Mike, I call ah play like Phil Jackson

Steady slidin' down they block, makin' niggas tuck and roll
These niggas put up, they ain't out, boy, that shit is gettin' old
I hang with' killers my niggas, Reapers, they'll f*ckin' take ah soul
And all this money pilin' up, boy, my shit is stay' grown

They try to take me, I ain't goin', I'm like John Wick when I'm blowin
Big 4 nick sound like a drum, where you goin', you bet not run
Boy, we do this shit for fun, movin weight, I got a ton
Smokin' Kush its in my lungs, no hesitating, we get it done

Bitch, we lost ah Draco, and we tryna' get some more
Just bumped a lil' bitch at the store, naw I ain't stressin' bout ah hoe
Baby mama playin' games, I had to leave that bitch alone
On, bro, I could've f*cked her friends, they would've kept it on the low

Ayy, right back to the store, because my baggies runnin' low
I made like 15 in a month, what, I'ma charge to do a show
Keep my dogs on them chains, cause all them niggas do is go
Gone smoke yo' ass if you won't smoke, no questions asked, I lost my bro's, bitch
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I ah have my youngins pull up hangin' out the window, ain't no talkin' now
You better have that glizzy pussy, boy, when it's time to spark it out
See lil' k dot, that's my shooter, we ain't beefin' on computers
Pull up, Blowin', tecs and roogers, shoutout T thang yea, he'll do ya

F*ck with us, you gon' get tore up, extra clips, we don't stop shootin
GTB, yeah, that's the movement, it's just two, boy, no recruitin
I'm with Lil' Pat, that nigga Roofless, two for two, that's how we movin
Off the X, that nigga Groovin, we pull up shootin', yeah that's a movie

I ain't even gotta talk to have bro nem get on your ass
Pop out in traffic, catch you slippin', clap some shots and make you crash
Hop out on feet get close in person, it ain't nothin' to kill your ass
Pull off like five miles per hour, I ain't even hit the gas

Next day back in traffic with two shooters, bitch, who lackin
Do ah, hit all by myself, keep my mouth closed, don't know what happened
Niggas round me, pistol packin', it ain't shit to get it crackin
Lil bro, shoot that bitch like Mike, I call ah play like Phil Jackson

Steady slidin' down they block, makin' niggas tuck and roll
These niggas put up, they ain't out, boy, that shit is gettin' old
I hang with' killers my niggas, Reapers, they'll f*ckin' take ah soul
And all this money pilin' up, boy, my shit is stay' grown

They try to take me, I ain't goin', I'm like John Wick when I'm blowin
Big 4 nick sound like a drum, where you goin', you bet not run
Boy, we do this shit for fun, movin weight, I got a ton
Smokin' Kush its in my lungs, no hesitating, we get it done

Bitch, we lost ah Draco, and we tryna' get some more
Just bumped a lil' bitch at the store, naw I ain't stressin' bout ah hoe
Baby mama playin' games, I had to leave that bitch alone
On, bro, I could've f*cked her friends, they would've kept it on the low

Ayy, right back to the store, because my baggies runnin' low
I made like 15 in a month, what, I'ma charge to do a show
Keep my dogs on them chains, cause all them niggas do is go
Gone smoke yo' ass if you won't smoke, no questions asked, I lost my bro's, bitch
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Writer: RICHARD WOODS, AMARI BROUGHTON
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