letra de back to back - atg
[intro: icewear vezzo, the atg]
phew, phew
phew
‘wear
b-tch, on god
atg
big [?]
how we comin’
huh, phew
yeah
what?
count the money up
no twenties, no fifties, all hunnids
iced up records
what?
big gang sh-t
ayy, mm
[chorus: icewear vezzo]
h-llcat, back to back, lamborghini urus
she only suck a d-ck, i think this b-tch is on her period
i’m tryna stuff a hunnid in these ‘miris, i’ve been curious
pop out, light up the whole block, sh-t gettin’ serious
[verse 1: icewear vezzo]
richard mille, brought that dollar plain, this b-tch a sixty
slide to magic city with them demons, through two-fifty
[?] i be trippin’, keep a fourty stand-up clip just like my pressi
count on nipseys, poke through lizzies
pop two perkies and get buzy, huh
thirty in my glizzy, sixty-two, sh-t, on that skizzy
i put sixes on my bentley, f-ck the opps so we ain’t friendly, nah
i be in them trenches, i got rich with all my n-ggas
trust no hoes, be in they feelings, f-ck them racks, we run up millions, n-gga
[chorus: icewear vezzo, the atg]
h-llcat, back to back, lamborghini urus
she only suck a d-ck, i think this b-tch is on her period
i’m tryna stuff a hunnid in these ‘miris, i’ve been curious
pop out, light up the whole block, sh-t gettin’ serious (ayy, ayy)
[post chorus: the atg]
trackhawks, back to back, look like the fast and furious
told that b-tch she with a rich n-gga, she say, “period”
she was the last then, she never took no d-ck and now she curious
n-ggas be thin spin, still waited, they be actin’, can’t be serious
[verse 2: the atg & icewear vezzo]
countin’ these presidents
she be famous on the ‘gram, so i brought her to my residence
that was prolly stupid, but it’s cool, she ain’t no set-up b-tch
she talkin’ ’bout her man, and how she know that i’m a better fit
i told her bend it over ’cause my homies said i’d never wait
stuff a [?] leather tape, i’ve been gettin’ h-lla cake
they tried to slow me down, put me on hold, but see, i never wait
he say he want static, i got somethin’ that’s gon’ set him straight
plus i never paid for the p-ssy and i never chase (will)
you could look but don’t feel me
b00by trap, the floor filthy
so much money they gon’ bill me
feel my heart, i know it’s chilly
show no love, that’s how they k!ll him
i say, “leave”, she like, “really?”
f-ck these b-tches, stack to the ceiling
yeah
[chorus: icewear vezzo]
h-llcat, back to back, lamborghini urus
she only suck a d-ck, i think this b-tch is on her period
i’m tryna stuff a hunnid in these ‘miris, i’ve been curious
pop out, light up the whole block, sh-t gettin’ serious
[post-chorus: the atg]
trackhawks, back to back, look like the fast and furious
told that b-tch she with a rich n-gga, she say, “period”
she was the last then, she never took no d-ck and now she curious
n-ggas be thin spin, still waited, they be actin’, can’t be serious
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