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back 2 back - pnv mell lyrics

[intro: trapgod glizzoe]
grrrr
gang, gang
550

[chorus: trapgod glizzoe]
glizzoe keep a pole
if i catch me a opp, then i fold him like clothes
big mel [?] , ttv saw me, they seen me, they froze
gotta’ glock i’ma flock with it
and i’m droppin’ the l like i’m droppin’ a hockey stick
six shots, now his body hit
they watchin’ my style, so you know they tryna copy it
and i’m still in the field
then boys talk tuff till’ we spin on hill
[?], run up, get done, and get popped like a pill
and i geek like a nerd
hit up the guys, like bro what’s the word?
i’m fly like a bird, and they really want beef, n*ggas spin two thirds
[verse 1: trapgod glizzoe]
but you know they ain’t spinnin’ our strip
he talk tuff, he get hit in his lip
put that boy on a digital clip
now they watching the screen like i’m sending a pic
but we ain’t talkin’ basketball
i did it too myself so i can’t be mad at y’all
stacked up, then add it all
and i trill’ every day like i’m sipping on alcohol

[verse 2: trapgod glizzoe]
me and mell gon’ spin through the l
if them boys talk tuff, then we send em’ a sh*ll
cop up, make sell after sells
7 4 kick doors, we ain’t ringin’ a bell
and i’m not with the foolery
the opps see me, they start tuckin’ they jewelry
gun black like kooda b
and i ain’t gotta shoot, boo boo gon’ shoot for me
hop out, get low from the jakes
get caught then i’m beatin the case
in the field, gotta’ watch for the snakes
stop out, rib shots, we was throwin’ up rakes
y2g be the gang, yeah you know
gotta’ play the cards right like uno
no, this not the weed that you smoke
dope got me on mars like bruno
it’s so hard in this life that i’m livin’
you focused on beef, and i’m focused on chicken
22 told me, i spot em,’ i clip em
if someone is watching, i flock at the witness
this for all of my opps that be snitchin’
you could get flocked, like a red lobsters biscuit
spice em,’ and drill em,’ my guys really with it
the opp is a target, on god i’ma hit it
a lot of y’all don’t know me
i’ma’ put 2*4 in his back like kobe
[?] if you owe me, better keep ya’ head like you havin’ a nosebleed
ziggy stay with the heater man
she suckin’ the gang so i call that a eater man
they fly like peter pan
i been livin’ the mess, since like i was the pizza man
[chorus: trapgod glizzoe]
glizzoe keep a pole
if i catch me a opp, then i fold him like clothes
big mel [?] , ttv saw me, they seen me, they froze
gotta’ glock i’ma flock with it
i’m droppin’ the l like i’m droppin’ a hockey stick
six shots, now his body hit
they watchin’ my style, so you know they tryna copy it
and i’m still in the field
then boys talk tuff till’ we spin on hill
[?], run up, get done, and get popped like a pill
and i geek like a nerd
hit up the guys, like bro what’s the word?
i’m fly like a bird, and they really want beef, n*ggas spin two thirds

[verse 3: pnv mell]
real n*gga, [?] till’ it’s sleepy
talkin’ bout’ die, i’ma’ shoot t’ill it’s empty
a lot of n*ggas, be throwin up mb
my n*gga, be throwin 550
y’all talkin’ bout’ chops, like [?]
call glizzy, he gon’ flock out the chop
n*gga ran rick like they runnin’ from cops
back out this chop, i’ma’ let my sh*t flock
gang

- pnv mell lyrics

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