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back to back - sob x rbe lyrics

[verse 1: yhung t.o.]
i’m a big dog to yo’ big homie, ride with the stick on me
clip big on me, shoot the b-tch if she snitch on me
used to hit licks, now this chain a whole lick on me
all about that chicken, b-tch i gotta keep some strips on me

[verse 2: slimmy b]
keep them strips on me, yeah b-tch i keep them strips on me
on my momma, wish a n-gg- would try and get on me
i’m the one who slide, givin’ d-ck when yo’ b-tch lonely
make yo’ -ss feel some type of way, like rich homie

[verse 2: yhung t.o.]
now lorina only boy, gotta ride with that k close
strip a n-gg- down to his socks for that bank roll
b-tch off a zip if she thought that i would chase her
drinkin’ out the bottle, i ain’t f-ckin’ with no chaser
whole fit cost a ten, i’ll do a n-gg- in
i’ll hit a n-gg- block, and come and do that sh-t again
n-gg-s talkin’ out the neck so we hoppin’ out them benz
three k’s, ku klux klan, pop a n-gg- like a xan’

[verse 3: slimmy b]
pop a n-gg- like a xan, tryna hop out a lam’
we them n-gg-s settin’ trends, all in nieman’s blowin’ bands
how y’all funkin’ one day, and the next n-gg-s friends?
i’ll do a n-gg- in, for them franklins, bands
my b-tch keep a glock, not no motherf-ckin’ tazer
i keep them dread head n-gg-s with me like jamaica
in the bay but i’m tryna move to vegas like the raiders
and everywhere i go that smith with me like jada

[verse 4: yhung t.o.]
n-gg-s sendin’ shots on songs, b-tch we sendin’ shots on land
and n-gg- try and sn-tch my chain, leave his brains in his hands
n-gg-s stickin’ cause i’m singin’, i’m the n-gg- that’s the demon
i’ll pack a n-gg- out and i’ll do it for no reason
ten bands in my pocket, she tuck bands in her cleavage
gave ’em twenty-three shots and went to catch a flight to cleveland
you can catch me in sac’ n-gg-, ridin’ with that pack n-gg-
n-gg-s say they on me, but where the f-ck they at n-gg-?

[verse 5: slimmy b]
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, we up in that drop lane changin’
tryna live this lifestyle but could your -ss maintain it?
only n-gg- that i’m worried ’bout is benjamin franklin
we be in the party, sticked up, gang-gangin’
hundred round, f-ck aimin’, i’m a dog, ain’t no tamin’
if you want me what you payin’? if you broke, then i’m taken
n-gg-s get to breakin’, when that choppa get to sprayin’
i hit it from the back, lay her down and hit to blame ’em

[verse 6: yhung t.o.]
lay her down and i hit that sh-t
n-gg- pull up on me, i’ma flip that whip
sob the gang and i’m in that sh-t
imessage for them blues, i send that b-tch
aye, baby send me naked pictures
i’ll slap a n-gg- brother, i’ll pimp a n-gg-‘s sister
let you n-gg-s do the trickin’, n-gg- i’ma stick to trippin’
’cause the slimmy, i’ll empty, hold thirty in this extension

[verse 7: slimmy b]
yep, and that’s the mothaf-ckin’ truth
we thuggin’ in the field, while y’all thuggin’ in the booth
your glock got a stick, lol mine too
if it’s f-ck slide through, n-gg-s trip i’ma shoot
no i ain’t that n-gg-, i’m that n-gg- times two
fit cost a couple thou’, band just for my shoes
ain’t no squares in my circle, only boss tyc–ns
young n-gg-s worth a couple mil’ like soon

[verse 8: yhung t.o.]
this chop got a mop, but this glock got a boom
i’ll hit a n-gg- house, the house clean a n-gg- room
got one eye with me, he’ll clap n-gg-s
mac missionary, lay a n-gg- on his back n-gg-
(back n-gg-, back n-gg-, back n-gg-, back n-gg-)

- sob x rbe lyrics

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