Paper Route EMPIRE and Bigg Unccc - Back to Back
(BandPlay)
Uh, I'm still in the trap and I'm makin' plays back to back (trap, trap)
Back to back, back to back (trap, trap)
Uh, I hit the mall, have a rack attack
Look at my drip, you ain't havin' that, havin' that (uh-uh)
Yeah, spin on your block, nigga, back to back (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Back to back, back to back, back to back (outta there)
Dress yo' ass up like the Men In Black (he gone, brrt)
Slammin' your block, have a Shaq attack, Shaq attack (brrt-brrt)
I'm still in the trap and I'm makin' plays back to back (trap, trap)
Back to back, back to back (trap, trap)
Uh, I hit the mall, have a rack attack
Look at my drip, you ain't havin' that, havin' that (uh-uh)
Yeah, spin on your block, nigga, back to back (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Back to back, back to back, back to back (outta there)
Dress yo' ass up like the Men In Black (he gone, brrt)
Slammin' your block, have a Shaq attack, Shaq attack (brrt-brrt)
Uh, uh
High-speed chase, nigga, back to back (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Back to back, back to back, back to back, back to back (yoom, yoom, outta there)
Uh, I'm makin' plays, get it gone, got the magic sack
I keep a stick like the Apple Jacks
.556 make your ass hit the Cabbage Patch (brrt)
I'm throwin' bullets like quarterback (brrt-brrt)
Uh, hit that boy up, you ain't do nothin' after that (he gone)
You lost your nigga, you ain't slide
How the fuck could you live with that? (Huh)
Huh, how the fuck could you live with that?
He played with my gang, so the boy gotta deal with that
Uh, I'm ballin' hard and they say I'm a triple threat (I ball)
These niggas just reach on the internet
Uh, your bitch hit me up on the internet
She open her legs, you know I had to get in that
Uh, these hoes on my dick 'cause I got me a bigger TEC
I'm straight from the bottom, I came from the block
I was dealin' it (trap)
Uh, yeah, I was dealin' it (trap)
Uh, pop me a Perc' and it give me some energy (I'm high)
I told the bitch I don't know chemistry (uh-uh)
Uh, these niggas deep in the industry
I'm still in the streets and I keep Glocks for my enemies (bah-bah)
I'm sippin' on Wocky, I'm straight on the Hennessy (mud)
Ice on my neck and wrist, look like a Christmas tree (ice)
A Christmas tree, a Christmas tree, yeah (ice)
Hit this bitch from the back, then your ho with the pedigree
I look in your eyes and I see all the jealousy (you mad)
You a broke nigga, what the fuck is you tellin' me? (You broke)
You tellin' me, you tellin' me, huh
I'm still in the hood and I trap with three felonies (trap)
I'm posted in the yard 'cause I got them boys mailin' me (no cap)
Pull up and get you a bale or three
Uh, I'm still in the trap and I'm makin' plays back to back (trap, trap)
Back to back, back to back (trap, trap)
Uh, I hit the mall, have a rack attack
Look at my drip, you ain't havin' that, havin' that (uh-uh)
Yeah, spin on your block, nigga, back to back (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Back to back, back to back, back to back (outta there)
Dress yo' ass up like the Men In Black (he gone, brrt)
Slammin' your block, have a Shaq attack, Shaq attack (brrt-brrt)
I'm still in the trap and I'm makin' plays back to back (trap, trap)
Back to back, back to back (trap, trap)
Uh, I hit the mall, have a rack attack
Look at my drip, you ain't havin' that, havin' that (uh-uh)
Yeah, spin on your block, nigga, back to back (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Back to back, back to back, back to back (outta there)
Dress yo' ass up like the Men In Black (he gone, brrt)
Slammin' your block, have a Shaq attack, Shaq attack (brrt-brrt)
Written by:
Daniel Banks
Publisher:
Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
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