Back 2 Back, Pt. 2

Lyrics

[Intro: FMB DZ] Hmm, hmm, woo (Helluva made this beat, baby) Yeah, hmm [Verse 1: FMB DZ & Tay B] Put the Glock on 'em, we gon' pull down the block on 'em Got a drop on 'em, I came up, I'm 'bout to pop on 'em Me and bro, we at the top, we can't stop on 'em Two bitches kissin' in my whip, then got top from 'em Pour some mud up, motherfuckers never loved us I got my brothers, we gon' slide for each other Big boy trucks, that thirty-six got big boy trunks I hit boy up, ambulance pick boy up Ayy, hold on, bro, don't kill him yet, I'm 'bout to pop up Let's tear his house up, then go and tear his spouse up You keyboard thuggin', all you do is tear a mouse up Fuck bein' locked up, I'm with my rock niggas rocked up Saint Laurent scarf cost four hundred Tell the bitch get over here, I wanna spend some money 20K on me large, bitch, all hundreds I play it how I wanna play it 'cause I really want it This your bitch, but I fuck her like she my woman Me and Lil Lik tied in, that's my brother Gettin' head while I'm drivin', I'm hittin' the brakes Every day, a couple thousand, I don't hit the safe Even though that I'm ahead, I just keep my pace I don't see no competition, why y'all in a race? Try and touch DZ, that's a closed case And free my pops, he respected by the whole state [Chorus: FMB DZ & Tay B] Me and Tay B back-to-back in them Hellcats Big boy blunts back-to-back, can you smell that? Ayy, big boy load, back-to-back, we gon' trail that No roadtrips, back-to-back, we gon' mail that, yeah Me and Tay B back-to-back in them Hellcats Big boy blunts back-to-back, can you smell that? Ayy, big boy load, back-to-back, we gon' trail that No roadtrips, back-to-back, we gon' mail that, yeah [Verse 2: FMB DZ & Tay B] Niggas got me on the edge and it's gettin' steep Shit fuckin' with my head, I ain't been gettin' sleep I been rollin' off the molly for a whole week Better send that deposit, want a show from me That chopper have your ass singin' like you Jodeci Every time I go out, bitches notice me Bape hoodie zipped to the top, how they know it's me? I'm protected by that pistol, I don't be that deep When I pull up, I'ma squeeze, I hit Cali, rock with Cheese Gucci printed on my sleeve, back-to-back, we in the leauge Hit my line, what you need? Get you right guaranteed I ain't worried 'bout no nigga, bitch, you bleed like I bleed All facts, nigga, we got smack, nigga We not rap niggas, you see we act different You comin' for that petty shit, then we gon' tax, nigga You too fuckin' lazy, get up, run a lap, nigga [Chorus: FMB DZ & Tay B] Me and Tay B back-to-back in them Hellcats Big boy blunts back-to-back, can you smell that? Ayy, big boy load, back-to-back, we gon' trail that No roadtrips, back-to-back, we gon' mail that, yeah Me and Tay B back-to-back in them Hellcats Big boy blunts back-to-back, can you smell that? Ayy, big boy load, back-to-back, we gon' trail that No roadtrips, back-to-back, we gon' mail that, yeah