Ayy, bitch I'm chasing bags and bitch I'm chasing papers
Feel like John Wick with two blicks yeah I keep em for them haters
Niggas really think they gangsta but they sweet just like some taters
F*ck around and you gon' find out you get downed for tryna play
Focus on your bread and focus on your team Go ahead and make the play
Told bro strictly profit, cannot take no f*cking losses
Gotta make the move cause one day we gon' be some f*cking bosses
SRT's and hella Rovers chillin', we like 20 deep
Staying close to all my bros, I don't really got enemies
Get the bag to fix my swag, I'm tired of just wearing jeans
Momma said keep going hard, I'm super close to all my dreams
Manipulated, orchestrated pain but now I'm doing better
Leader of the youth, I walk around like I'm Nelson Mandela
No bitch you can't hit this blunt cause I just rolled a f*cking 8th
I love fast cars and bad bitches, I can't change my ways
Brodie asked me when you dropping soon? cause you been on delay
Every day I wake up feeling fresher than the other day
Had to cut some niggas off cause they was being hella fake
Two tone buss down on the rollie, you can't see the face
Every time I drop a bar you know they got that stank face
Like oou, what he really say?
Damn bitch I'm back up in my f*cking place
What you really think I'm finna today?
Yeah I take your bitch and then I'm flying over state
Okay bitch I'm back in, to the bitch I'm bout to crack in
Damn, what he say?
Feeling good, she on my wood, she moving like a lumberjack
Off the perc I put in work, I bought some time to run it back
Punching in like every week until I get a hundred racks
She moving like Zendaya around my homies so I'm done with that
Bad bitch, trying to approach, she had pink toes
Too cool, she already knew, Ion f*ck with those
Luh latina, trying to serve the wok, I don't want to dose
Goth chick f*cks with paranormal so I had to ghost
Went from popping X to writing checks, look how we f*cking made it
F*cked her on the first night, she tryna have my f*cking babies
Told that bitch that she a slut, the way that she been acting lately
Took a couple sips up out that Henny, now she acting weirdly
Me and Twizzy snapped up on the beat, we gotta go in early
Every day I'm punching in and out im steady making paper
No it wasn't easy, had to do it cause I'm gon make it
I ain't german brodi ugh, wait hol on
Like I ain't german brodie but I had to bring the nine out
Bruce Wayne type of toys, gun got a lighthouse
No promos and I'm going off, nigga, pipe down
Racks like Young Ming, solo got hype now
Damn
Racks like Young Ming, solo got hype now
YSR Stan - Back 2 Back (feat. Yvng Solo) Lyrics
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Ayy, bitch I'm chasing bags and bitch I'm chasing papers
Feel like John Wick with two blicks yeah I keep em for them haters
Niggas really think they gangsta but they sweet just like some taters
F*ck around and you gon' find out you get downed for tryna play
Focus on your bread and focus on your team Go ahead and make the play
Told bro strictly profit, cannot take no f*cking losses
Gotta make the move cause one day we gon' be some f*cking bosses
SRT's and hella Rovers chillin', we like 20 deep
Staying close to all my bros, I don't really got enemies
Get the bag to fix my swag, I'm tired of just wearing jeans
Momma said keep going hard, I'm super close to all my dreams
Manipulated, orchestrated pain but now I'm doing better
Leader of the youth, I walk around like I'm Nelson Mandela
No bitch you can't hit this blunt cause I just rolled a f*cking 8th
I love fast cars and bad bitches, I can't change my ways
Brodie asked me when you dropping soon? cause you been on delay
Every day I wake up feeling fresher than the other day
Had to cut some niggas off cause they was being hella fake
Two tone buss down on the rollie, you can't see the face
Every time I drop a bar you know they got that stank face
Like oou, what he really say?
Damn bitch I'm back up in my f*cking place
What you really think I'm finna today?
Yeah I take your bitch and then I'm flying over state
Okay bitch I'm back in, to the bitch I'm bout to crack in
Damn, what he say?
Feeling good, she on my wood, she moving like a lumberjack
Off the perc I put in work, I bought some time to run it back
Punching in like every week until I get a hundred racks
She moving like Zendaya around my homies so I'm done with that
Bad bitch, trying to approach, she had pink toes
Too cool, she already knew, Ion f*ck with those
Luh latina, trying to serve the wok, I don't want to dose
Goth chick f*cks with paranormal so I had to ghost
Went from popping X to writing checks, look how we f*cking made it
F*cked her on the first night, she tryna have my f*cking babies
Told that bitch that she a slut, the way that she been acting lately
Took a couple sips up out that Henny, now she acting weirdly
Me and Twizzy snapped up on the beat, we gotta go in early
Every day I'm punching in and out im steady making paper
No it wasn't easy, had to do it cause I'm gon make it
I ain't german brodi ugh, wait hol on
Like I ain't german brodie but I had to bring the nine out
Bruce Wayne type of toys, gun got a lighthouse
No promos and I'm going off, nigga, pipe down
Racks like Young Ming, solo got hype now
Damn
Racks like Young Ming, solo got hype now
Feel like John Wick with two blicks yeah I keep em for them haters
Niggas really think they gangsta but they sweet just like some taters
F*ck around and you gon' find out you get downed for tryna play
Focus on your bread and focus on your team Go ahead and make the play
Told bro strictly profit, cannot take no f*cking losses
Gotta make the move cause one day we gon' be some f*cking bosses
SRT's and hella Rovers chillin', we like 20 deep
Staying close to all my bros, I don't really got enemies
Get the bag to fix my swag, I'm tired of just wearing jeans
Momma said keep going hard, I'm super close to all my dreams
Manipulated, orchestrated pain but now I'm doing better
Leader of the youth, I walk around like I'm Nelson Mandela
No bitch you can't hit this blunt cause I just rolled a f*cking 8th
I love fast cars and bad bitches, I can't change my ways
Brodie asked me when you dropping soon? cause you been on delay
Every day I wake up feeling fresher than the other day
Had to cut some niggas off cause they was being hella fake
Two tone buss down on the rollie, you can't see the face
Every time I drop a bar you know they got that stank face
Like oou, what he really say?
Damn bitch I'm back up in my f*cking place
What you really think I'm finna today?
Yeah I take your bitch and then I'm flying over state
Okay bitch I'm back in, to the bitch I'm bout to crack in
Damn, what he say?
Feeling good, she on my wood, she moving like a lumberjack
Off the perc I put in work, I bought some time to run it back
Punching in like every week until I get a hundred racks
She moving like Zendaya around my homies so I'm done with that
Bad bitch, trying to approach, she had pink toes
Too cool, she already knew, Ion f*ck with those
Luh latina, trying to serve the wok, I don't want to dose
Goth chick f*cks with paranormal so I had to ghost
Went from popping X to writing checks, look how we f*cking made it
F*cked her on the first night, she tryna have my f*cking babies
Told that bitch that she a slut, the way that she been acting lately
Took a couple sips up out that Henny, now she acting weirdly
Me and Twizzy snapped up on the beat, we gotta go in early
Every day I'm punching in and out im steady making paper
No it wasn't easy, had to do it cause I'm gon make it
I ain't german brodi ugh, wait hol on
Like I ain't german brodie but I had to bring the nine out
Bruce Wayne type of toys, gun got a lighthouse
No promos and I'm going off, nigga, pipe down
Racks like Young Ming, solo got hype now
Damn
Racks like Young Ming, solo got hype now
Writer: Denilson Silva, Stanley Iskawski
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid