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Back To Back (feat. M Huncho)

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Back To Back (feat. M Huncho) - D-Block Europe Lyrics




808 Pound

Fly, fly



[M Huncho:]

I'm treatin' the trap like a Winnebago

And I'm feelin' like Huncho's my alter ego

Nothin' but net when I'm at the free throw

Nothin' but facts when I'm on the beat

Rendezvous, I got stopped on the interstate

A pound of Biscotti, that's personal

I guess some people just can't relate

Information, I can't correlate

Clowns on the net and they're talkin' breeze

Quincy knows Huncho just bags in three's

Used to hit up roulette, lost a couple G's

Invested some money in couple gibs

All these racks coming big like a rack of ribs (Racks, hah)

There's no common sense 'cause they lack a bit

My plug is Pierre then I'm Lacazette

Early morning, I sell fresh baguettes

I bought my mother some new baguettes

But she ain't proud when I do the most

Let me raise up my glass, I'ma make a toast

Let me raise up my glass, I'ma make a speech

Let me tell you that money can marry you

The face on the note, yeah, it's still a bitch

I sit down and think that I'm not content (Nah)

I get tempted and I flip a brick (Woo)

Can't get drawn out, yeah, that's what they wishin' for

Police focused, yeah, that's what they wishin' for

Sittin' catching some last with my brudda, woah

Leave the studio, I got another one

I'm tryna make all, smoking all the dope

When I look at these baggies it give me hope

When I look at the studio, it give me hope, uh (Skeet, yeah)



[Young Adz:]

My everyday car is a car that I used to rent

I know we rappin' right now but we used to be movie men (Skeet, skeet)

Heard there's a brick or a crop in that yard so I'm moving it

Six racks on the wap, I just put it in Lucy's bed

Yeah, baguetties, machetes, the Mac it will rain like confetti (Skeet, skeet)

Holding my dick on her pussy, she said she ain't ready

Fucked a bad white girl, her name was Betty (Betty)

Hammer time, sawnoff or petty

Seven pound on petrol for a ride out

Four racks on a hat blow his mind out (Brrr)

Ha, mind out

Lights out, lights out, lights out, lights out

Off the top of the dome (Yeah, yeah)

OT for weeks, mum said, "When you coming home?"

Yeah a dog is loyal if you give the dog a bone

Took that bitch in the backseat, tinted car, gave her a bone

Yeah, I can make you moan

Fly you Paris or Rome

I don't answer private call on my phone

So much stress in my dome

Tell them jakes leave me alone

Murder gang, no facade, not guilty, that's gang shit (Brrr)

There ain't a wap in the U.K. that you can get that we ain't handled

In the AirBnB, no kitchen towel, wiping the side with a flannel

We get less time when the shotguns dismantle



[Dirtbike LB:]

I got the wrist on rose

So much ice round my nose, yeah

I put my bricks on the stove

I put my dick in her throat, yeah

I order my bricks on the phone

Wake up my nigga, he know (Yeah, yeah)

My nigga, we never admit

We never admit we involved (Uh)

Cup full of codeine, I just sip on this cup, let my problems fly

Spent thousands of nights in the bando, it play with my head and I wonder why

I'm just landin' in town

I be walkin' around, I be blendin' in Superdry

How you think I Chanaynay your feet

I was sellin' those things now I'm super fly

Girl, you fly, yeah

Wrist on ice, yeah, yeah

Girl, you fly, yeah

Let me know why, yeah, yeah

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)


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