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back to back - jay gwuapo & kj balla lyrics

[intro: kj balla]
yeah, huh
yeah, huh
(fast life)
yeah (huh, yeah), yeah
know the f*ckin’ vibes, n*gga (yeah, huh)

[chorus: kj balla]
back to back, we gon’ pull up in a wraith (skrrt)
put that boy in a grave
black out the chop, put a glock to his face
n*gga, you die any day
hop on a jet, take a flight to la
yeah, these n*ggas know how we play
these n*ggas copy the wave
double*r, she feelin’ like she in sp*ce
i f*ck a b*tch and i’m puttin’ my mans on
stuff ’em with bands when i’m puttin’ my pants on
came up from nothing, you know what i stand on
yeah, rus balla got the thing drawn
keep a tec when i ride in the street, huh
i cannot die in the street, so i hop in the booth and i ride on the beat (okay)
got your shorty, she ridin’ my meat (let’s go)

[verse 1: jay gwuapo]
talkin’ hot, it could be murder today
st*rdy in the cut, get st*rdy away
hop out, drive*bys
wet it off and then we floodin’ away
rus balla with the action, see an opp and he be fiendin’ to put him away
lil’ bro too small to be pickin’ and fightin’, so he gon’ go grip up the k
f*ck the talkin’, we ain’t hearin’ it
send a verse, my n*ggas clearin’ it
we came up airin’ sh*t
f*ck it, though, i had to handle it
d*ck in her mouth, she can’t handle it
i leave no sp*ce for no air in it
vvs on me iced out (iced out)
whenever we pull up, lights out (lights out)
we might get to shooting, pipe down (pipe down)
we might do your mans type wild (uh)
rap n*ggas tryna talk, get exposed
my brother gone, that sh*t hurt me the most
we find the k!ller, that boy gotta go
i put that on sonata, we won’t make a show

[verse 2: kj balla]
i keep a glock in the wraith (baow)
i got your thot in the wraith
twenty thousand, you put that in your safe
twenty thou’ on my pockets today
corlo capo, that’s really my hitter (that’s fact)
if he shootin’, i swear he won’t miss him (gllt, baow)
he just call me like, “bro, we gon’ spin him” (okay)
so for pop, we gon’ smoke us a n*gga
’bout my business, ain’t talkin’ with n*ggas (at all)
if they play, we exposing them n*ggas (fact)
got your shorty, she rollin’ with n*ggas
and she in the back and she blowin’ a n*gga
pass her off, i’ma catch the assist (okay)
ron st*rdy, he st*rdy and sh*t
he got a clip that hold thirty in it
see an opp and he blowin’ that sh*t

[chorus: kj balla]
back to back, we gon’ pull up in a wraith (skrrt)
put that boy in a grave
black out the chop, put a glock to his face
n*gga, you die any day
hop on a jet, take a flight to la
yeah, these n*ggas know how we play
these n*ggas copy the wave
double*r, she feelin’ like she in sp*ce
i f*ck a b*tch and i’m puttin’ my mans on
stuff ’em with bands when i’m puttin’ my pants on
came up from nothing, you know what i stand on
yeah, rus balla got the thing drawn
keep a tec when i ride in the street, huh
i cannot die in the street, so i hop in the booth and i ride on the beat (okay)
got your shorty, she ridin’ my meat (let’s go)

[outro]
(fast life)

- jay gwuapo kj balla lyrics

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