Yung Dreno - Back & Forth (feat. Dre1k, Stackss & Yung 23)
If you want me on your song, well pay a fee it ain't shit to bring that mop stick out and sweep you off your feet
When it's beef in the streets bring your heat cause ain't shit sweet name one nigga that done dissed 1k and he ain't in a leaf Bitch
You shakin' ass, it don't mean shit to me
Say we get caught up in that jam, would you snitch on me
Say if the opps feel like walkin' down, you blow that switch for me if you ain't, just let me know right now
You ain't gotta lie to me, uh, uh, uh, yeah
You ain't got a cap, I let my brother tap that pussy Just to see what she about
I don't pop no pills to boost my high Yeah, I smoke black and mild
I'm a trench baby, that's E.N.T. I'm a wild child
I'm a demon boy, Ion see that boy unless he out of town
After this, I might just shoot out to the A and make my rounds
You can't run from this, one inside the head gon' hawk you down
I pay my bond with this, same price to put you in the ground
Nah I ain't no rookie sitting there thinking to my brudda In that cell, I should've took em
For them niggas that done prayed on my downfall, them niggas booty all them niggas goofy
Welcome to the trenches me and Dreno we just shot a movie
Ain't no shoot no movie catch ya outside lil' boy, we gon' do you
I was fucked up then, bad bitches, they tryna come and screw me
What you talkin' bout, bitch? Everywhere I go I brought a tool
You might die today bitch, you dead tomorrow, come out and shoot em
I know a couple niggas, where I go they say Yung good
What you talkin' bout, bitch? I be in the M, they sayin that that's my hood
I know a couple niggas, you play with me, I'm wipin' your nose for good
Thinking bout bein' a multimillionaire get ma dukes out the hood
Bitch can't play with my head, that's dead I ain't trippin', I know how to play it
We don't even fuck on beds, lil bitch I'm cool, play with that head
Ion be trippin' off that tough shit niggas don't play that shit with rone
They know sticks don't wear no watch but niggas know what time I'm on
I told bra to tell them niggas to bring they bitch ass home
He said his blood behind this shit, them niggas left us home alone
Too many niggas with the big head, I'm guessin' that what shit went wrong
Shit I was, gon' keep on talkin' my shit, I passed to Dreno gone
I can't wait till Lo hear this, he just might buss his fire to this
I ain't comin' down on prices, it's 225 for this
I know all the rappers, all the trappers, they gon' slide to this
I wouldn't even budge, I just cut em off because he tried to diss
Put that shit on my lil' boys, Day I sign a deal I'm goin' to cash out on some toys
Don't know if I want that Maybach truck or the Rolls Royce
Might be on probation, still trappin', I ain't got no choice
The trenches, I'm the voice, picture me goin' CMG
That shit sound good, don't it? Pretty bitch just hit me from back then
She like, you still want it? Everybody can't pop out with that fire
Might get disappointed
Anybody can come cop them some Za but it ain't no deals on it
Written by:
Demarcus Rodgers
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