Wifisfuneral - Front 2 Back Side 2 Side Lyrics

Ayy, alright, ayy

That hoe can hate me, but she need me
Baby I'm still dead, I'm still not breathin'
Ion' need the ten, I need that PT
Posin' for the why I gotta stop it, pop it, okay now I'm geekin'
Double Rolls back to back wit', on my Cain and Abel tip
But I could never cross my brothers and my bloodline ain't no bitch
I was crusin' through the six
Hundred racks, Mary-Kate, Ashley twins
Red pill, blue pill, it feel too real, I was ripped right off the rip
Left his soul out in the wind, I bet you never see him again
Who that boy right there? A bitch
I can feel my face numb
Okay, that must be the drink talkin', I was in a great mood
Now I'm sober sayin' fuck it
Drop it down like a domino, I know that you know that feelin'
I just had to quit the Percocet, do you feel me?
Cuts on my wrist from the Cuban when it's gleemin' ho, hope you see it
Pop the Tesla now I'm treeshin'
Cuts on my wrist from the Cuban when you see it, hope you see it
Pop the Tesla now I'm treeshin'

Yeah, front to back, side to side
Two sticks in my system when I ride
I just put a six inside my Sprite now I feel crucified
That boy claim he hate me, hear my music, he know every rhyme
Hit it from the back, I'm breakin' vertebrates, I'm in the spine
Diamonds Lucky Charms, I'm lookin' like Lil' Flip up in his prime
These niggas fugazi, when they talk, they always drop the dime
These niggas fugazi, when they talk, they always drop the dime
Yeah, front to back, side to side
Two sticks in my system when I ride
I just put a six inside my Sprite now I feel crucified
That boy claim he hate me, hear my music, he know every rhyme
Hit it from the back, I'm breakin' vertebrates, I'm in the spine
Diamonds Lucky Charms, I'm lookin' like Lil' Flip up in his prime
These niggas fugazi, when they talk, they always drop the dime
These niggas fugazi, when they talk, they always drop the dime

That hoe can hate me, but she need me
Baby I'm still talkin' to the dead, no board, no ouija
Two pills got me lifted up
Rest in peace to my nigga Paps, we used to ride around with the semi tucked
By my agent, come and get you one (yeah)
Fast track, I'm ridin' with a .45
Seein' nothin' but blood in my eye
Cut the real from the fake, no disguise
And I poured up an eight, that's straight drop
Okay, like claim he want the smoke but when I'm outside he don't see me
I just put some Tris inside my juice, it look like peach tea
I just count these racks and smoke all opps, I do this weekly
Car go zoom, bad bitch, ooh, I need two, but don't sip twos
Me and my gang, we makin' all the rules
And I gotta aim 'til the dead man shoot
You couldn't walk inside of my shoes
Enemies down, but it ain't nothin' new

Yeah, front to back, side to side
Two sticks in my system when I ride
I just put a six inside my Sprite now I feel crucified
That boy claim he hate me, hear my music, he know every rhyme
Hit it from the back, I'm breakin' vertebrates, I'm in the spine
Diamonds Lucky Charms, I'm lookin' like Lil' Flip up in his prime
These niggas fugazi, when they talk, they always drop the dime
These niggas fugazi, when they talk, they always drop the dime
Yeah, front to back, side to side
Two sticks in my system when I ride
I just put a six inside my Sprite now I feel crucified
That boy claim he hate me, hear my music, he know every rhyme
Hit it from the back, I'm breakin' vertebrates, I'm in the spine
Diamonds Lucky Charms, I'm lookin' like Lil' Flip up in his prime
These niggas fugazi, when they talk, they always drop the dime
These niggas fugazi, when they talk, they always drop the dime