Young.Fendi - Back2Back Lyrics

Fuck twelve, nah I can't fuck with the pigs
How you be hating?
You broke as a bitch
I be with niggas that's brazy but I got a pocket that's filled with the Crip's
Pull up Back2Back Mercedes
We smoking exotic and hop in the VIP
And goofy niggas tryna play me I swear to god these niggas finally get Crip's
Fuck twelve, nah I can't fuck with the pigs
How you be hating?
You broke as a bitch
I be with niggas that's brazy but I got a pocket that's filled with the Crip's
Pull up Back 2 Back Mercedes
We smoking exotic and hop in the VIP
And goofy niggas tryna play me I swear to god these niggas finally get zipped

Niggas down bad, I been popping them tags
better get off yo ass and go get you a bag
Hop in that Benz and that shit moving fast
And niggas pretend like the tuff but they ass
Ion fuck wit yo conversation, I'm focused on cash
keep a Nine feel like Rondo, you run up I'll blast
Send yo lil ass to the past, and ill do it fast, Backwoods' be filled wit the gas
Bad lil hoe she a eat eat, but I just know she wanna freak me
In a couple of months imma be on yo TV, water wrist and my neck feeling Fiji
Can't see the bullshit I'm feeling like Stevie...
Fuck a bitch tryna act like she need me
Rocking that Chrome Hearts and Moncleezy
I be dripping this shit way to easy
Bitch I'm Forever Real
Imma stay down till I get a mill
I'm at a crib out in Bel-Air a young nigga walking around feeling like Uncle Phil
Nigga I'm dope like a perky pill, in a four door in the fucking hills
You can get smoked for a fucking seal, niggas think I'm joking but I'm so FoReal

Fuck twelve, nah I can't fuck with the pigs
How you be hating?
You broke as a bitch
I be with niggas that's brazy but I got a pocket that's filled with the Crip's
Pull up Back2Back Mercedes
We smoking exotic and hop in the VIP
And goofy niggas tryna play me I swear to god these niggas finally get zipped
Fuck twelve, nah I can't fuck with the pigs
How you be hating?
You broke as a bitch
I be with niggas that's brazy but I got a pocket that's filled with the Crip's
Pull up Back2Back Mercedes
We smoking exotic and hop in the VIP
And goofy niggas tryna play me I swear to god these niggas finally get zipped

My first name ain't Key, but imma stay with that Glock though
Niggas don't really want beef
They be popping they shit but they ducking they taco
We hop in that Benz, we spinning to bend
Just bail out and bust it and drop folks
He claim he real but he not though
Count up my chicken like Roscoes
I got to spend it I got to spend it, hop in a foreign ain't rented
Niggas be dick riding like they bitches, sneak dissing for attention
Fucked off Twenty bands independent niggas really in my mentions
I been really chasing that chicken, niggas ain't bout business
I'm from the Four yea I came from the east to the west
Niggas going to stay in they feelings, they can't get respect
You need to get out yo feelings go get to a check
Walk out the bank just to hop on the MF jet

Fuck twelve, nah I can't fuck with the pigs
How you be hating?
You broke as a bitch
I be with niggas that's brazy but I got a pocket that's filled with the Crip's
Pull up Back2Back Mercedes
We smoking exotic and hop in the VIP
And goofy niggas tryna play me I swear to god these niggas finally get zipped
Fuck twelve, nah I can't fuck with the pigs
How you be hating?
You broke as a bitch
I be with niggas that's brazy but I got a pocket that's filled with the Crip's
Pull up Back2Back Mercedes
We smoking exotic and hop in the VIP
And goofy niggas tryna play me I swear to god these niggas finally get zipped