Back 2 Back Lyrics By Lil Durk
TY made it (he-he-he)
TY made it (he-he-he)
All night sippin' lean and crackin' bars back to back
Me and Durk in Cali coppin' cars back to back
Sayin' she a spaceship that's some stars back to back (let's get a L)
Bro done rolled the loud, I'm crackin' woods back to back
I just fucked your bitch and I just fucked her back to back
Couple designer hipped here, I don't wear 'em back to back
We be in the club, we're poppin' bottles back to back
So let DJ turn it up and play it back to back
Shawty, I am a liar
Come suck on this pacifier
Rollie was 30 thousand
I'm shootin', I'm tired of fightin'
My bitches be A1, A1
And I fucked this bitch and I ain't say nothin'
Givenchy hood, no Trayvon (Trayvon)
Nighttime ride X-six
I ain't for the daytime
Gettin' this money for all these years (ho!)
Money longer, feedin' all the kids (yeah, yeah)
52 hundred for the Cartiers
Clip longer than barber chairs
Elevated to the master room
Who the fuck walkin' up the stairs?
A white trip, Pearl Harbor, yeah (yeah-yeah)
Shawty toppin' like love affairs
Gucci home, got some Gucci tips (Gucci)
Killers hoppin' out the Uber van (Uber van)
All black like an Uber man (Uber man)
**** hoeing me to sue and shit (sue and shit)
Hot bitches like suing shit (suing shit)
**** talkin' 'bout we the gang, gang, gang
We ain't overdoin' shit
All night sippin' lean and crackin' bars back to back
Me and Durk in Cali coppin' cars back to back
Sayin' she a spaceship that's some stars back to back (let's get a L)
Bro done rolled the loud, I'm crackin' Woods back to back
I just fucked your bitch and I just fucked her back to back
Couple designer hipped here, I don't wear 'em back to back
We be in the club, we're poppin' bottles back to back
So let DJ turn it up and play it back to back
Bro done rolled the loud and got me so high back to back
We ain't got no money extra, hold that back to back
Fuckin' her back to back
Hypno Carlito get back to that
Fuckin' wives, she got a man today
A lot of diamonds, yeah, we havin' that
I stay in designer, **** be lyin'
Rappin' 'bout money that they ain't got
It's all 'bout timin', fuck a consignment
No, we're not friends, no doubtin' that
I'm OTF, yeah, it's gang, gang (gang)
Your bitch wanna meet the gang, gang
Introduce her to a gang bang
He'll be mad that's his main thing (yeah, sure)
Shooters cost a few thou
Got the tool out, move the fuck around (ha!)
100k that's the coupe now (yeah!)
Same ****, no new crowds
Old friends gettin' to it now
Bitch, I'm poppin' don't do me now
**** better cool out
Tell 'em ****'s givin' tune now, huh!
All night sippin' lean and crackin' bars back to back
Me and Durk in Cali coppin' cars back to back
Sayin' she a spaceship that's some stars back to back (let's get a L)
Bro done rolled the loud, I'm crackin' Woods back to back
I just fucked your bitch and I just fucked her back to back
Couple designer hipped here, I don't wear 'em back to back
We be in the club, we're poppin' bottles back to back
So let DJ turn it up and play it back to back, hey
