ฟังเพลงBack To Back (Explicit)

Back To Back (Explicit) - D-Block Europe/M Huncho

Lyrics by：Young Adz/Dirtbike LB

Composed by：Young Adz/Dirtbike LB

I'm treatin' the trap like a winnebago

And I'm feelin' like Huncho's my alter ego

Nothin but neck when I'm at the free throw

Nothin' but facts when I'm on the beat

Rendezvous I got stopped on the interstate

A pound of biscotti that's personal

I guess some people just can't relate

Information I can't correlate

Clowns on the net and they're talkin' breeze

Quincy knows huncho just bags and freezes

Used to hit up roulette lost a couple G's

Invested some money in couple gibs

All these racks coming big like a rack of ribs

There's no common sense 'cause they lack a bit

My plug is pierre and I'm lacazette

Early morning I sell fresh baguettes

I bought my mother some new baguettes

But she ain't proud when I do the most

Let me raise up my glass I'ma make a toast

Let me raise up my glass I'ma make a speech

Let me tell you that money can marry you

The face on the note yeah it's still a b***h

I sit down and think that I'm not content

I get tempted and I flip a brick

Can't get drawn out yeah that's what they wishin' for

Police focused yeah that's what they wishin' for

Sittin' catching some losting my bottol well

Leave the studio I got another one

I'm tryna make all smoking all the d**e

When I look at these baggies it give me hope

When I look at the studio it give me hope uh

Skrrt yeah

My everyday car is a car that I used to rent

I know we rappin' right now but

We used to be movie men

Heard there's a brick or a crop in

That yard so I'm moving it

Six racks on the wap I just put it in lucy's bag

Yeah baguetties machetes the mac it will ring like confetti

Holding my dick on her p***y she said she ain't ready

F**ked a bad white girl her name was betty betty

Hammer time sauna hour pen

Seven pound on petrol for fide out

Four racks on brrr

Mind out brrrr

Mind out

Lights out lights out lights out lights out

Off the top of the dome yeah yeah

OT for weeks mum said when you coming home

Yeah a dog is loyal if you give a dog a bone

Took that b***h in the backseat tinted car gave her a bone

Yeah I can make you moan

Fly you Paris or rome

I don't answer private call on my phone

So much stress in my dome

Tell them jakes leave me alone

Murder gang no facade not guilty

That's gang brrr

There ain't a wap in the

UK that you can get that we ain't handled

In the airbnb no kickin' wiping the side with a flannel

We get less time when the shotguns dismantle

I got the wrist on rose

So much ice round my nose yeah

I put my bricks on the stove

I put my dick in her throat yeah

I order my bricks on the phone

Wake up my n***a he know yeah yeah

My n***a we never admit

We never admit we involved uh

Cup full of codeine

I just sip on this cup let my problems fly

Spent thousands of nights in the bando

It play with my head and I wonder why

I'm just landin'

I be walkin' around I be blendin' in Superdry

How you think I chanaynay your feet

I was sellin' them things now I'm super fly

Girl you fly yeah

Wrist on ice yeah yeah

Girl you fly yeah

Let me know why yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah