Back Against The Wall

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Burna Bandz - Rap, Drill

Back Against The Wall

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Long Live WhyS [Verse] I'm really in the streets I play for keeps, nigga, you don't wanna play wit' me You get caught up better not tell the police what you seen You know I'm Burna Bandz, she say I got you on repeat And she like the way I'm icy the way I'm so clean She be on that gang shit, I got her throwin' 3s She don't fuck wit' lame niggas, she just drip Celine I took that lil' bitch to the crib, I turned her to a freak I got this XD on my hip and it ain't nothin' sweet You get hit the wrong way and it's R.I.P Man these niggas they ain't real, I call it how I see Charge my losses to the streets 'cause there ain't shit free I was trappin' hard I had no time to party on the weekend 24 hours in that bando I ain't get no sleep in And free my cronem crushin' time, yeah they doin' seasons I dirtied up my Mountain Dew I'm runnin' on leanin' Don't trust that bitch, she real pretty but her looks decievin' These niggas snakes, they undercover, you know how it go I pop a perc and get big high, you know how it go She fuck wit' me but how I know that she gon' ride fo'sho I'm wit' some killers and I know that they gon' ride fo'sho We brought the tools and you know that they are not for show Nigga better play your cards right just like High or Low And I ain't runnin' from no nigga, you ain't Five-O That nigga fucked up like a typo We run 'em down and get him shots just like it's lipo And I keep Why S in the cut 'cause cronem psycho And plug send a brick shit look albino Play a nigga like Tidal Still fuck my rivals And made it this far Started from a half a ball Do a drill and we drift off We don't leave no trace at all You ain't get no cake at all And nigga, that's your fault I had to go get mine Back against the wall I had to go get mine Back against the wall You ain't ask if I was fine I ain't get no call But I was on my grind Late night, run that shit up This 45 gon' cut his breath just like a hiccup This 45 gon' take his soul just like a stick up And she ain't want me back then 'til I got my drip up Got family countin' on me, can't afford to slip up Don't walk up on me that's how you get your shit bussed

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  • Burna Bandz