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letra de back2back! - cert1fi3djayy

[verse 1: cert1fi3djayy]
ayy, got the mask on
ran up on a n-gga, lit him up, and got his ass gone
the switch-y on the glock, the other chop’, and i’ma blast off
and that n-gga, he got caught up on the block, we sent his ass home

[verse 2: grimman]
mind goin’ slow-mo, can’t pick up the d-mn chrome
every day it’s somethin’ new, i don’t wanna pick up the d-mn phone
f-ck it, i’ma switch the flow up, tryna make some pape’

[verse 3: cert1fi3djayy]
and n-gga, he was sh-tty when he got hit with the drac’
and i was f-ckin’ on his b-tch, i had her screamin’ out my name
and i started makin’ bread, i swear that sh-t ain’t been the same

[verse 4: grimman]
reach for this chain, we put one in your brain
audemar baguettes, and i got a rollie face plain
if you don’t go hush, thеn you lame, my lil’ brother caught a stain
he hit a ball fourth quartеr, i’m shootin’ sh-t like i’m dame

[verse 5: cert1fi3djayy]
like a celebration, got his ass clapped
and when you on a drill, don’t use your phone, you need a map
and that n-gga think he with it, but his ass don’t really trap
and she thought it was my d-ck, like lil’ baby, this my strap
[verse 6: grimman]
fourth quarter [?], n-gga, call me haliburton
put lil’ bro up on the block, he tryna see what’s worth it
she like the way i dress, she like the drip, it have her squirtin’
she said all i do is cheat, lil’ baby, i ain’t perfect

[verse 7: cert1fi3djayy]
ran it back up on the field just like a plank
told bro to pass the ball, i’m heat checkin’ [?]
we ain’t pushin’ sh-t, weak b-tch, we is not the same
he was frontin’ for some b-tches, what the f-ck, like what you gang?
and we pushin’ n-ggas almighty like that n-gga [?]
shootin’ sh-t just like the heat, but n-gga, this is not no game

[verse 8: grimman]
they found him doa, he couldn’t even make it to the spittle
lil’ bro, he tryna pack a [?], monkey in the middle
my car broke down, i had to slide up in the rental
these bullets hit his top, and now it’s f-ckin’ with his mental
they tell me roll the window down, it’s five percent tint
they think we crashed the whip, then where’s the motherf-ckin’ dent?
i already got a dub, n-gga, i don’t want your two cents
you know i be steppin’ ’cause everywhere, i leave a dent

[verse 9: cert1fi3djayy]
got a arp, done took a n-gga top off
run up on a n-gga, swingin’ sh-t just like it’s top golf
got a pretty lil’ [?], she suck me good, she got my rocks off
run some fake asses out of that n-gga, he done got knocked off
[verse 10: grimman & cert1fi3djayy]
me and bro, we goin’ back and forth like ‘rie and mike
put his mans up in the sky, i told that n-gga, “catch a flight”
the b-tch, she givin’ back, thought i told you, “take a hike”
i took her to a telly, and she rode me like a bike
i’m spinnin’ fast up in the benz, my n-gga, watch your life
high as f-ck up in the air, i’m in that cross just like a kite
i ain’t kanye, when i saw you, better watch out for these lights
young m.a., i’m strapped up just like a motherf-ckin’ dyk-

[outro: cert1fi3djayy & grimman]
just like a motherf-ckin’ dyk-, n-gga
a motherf-ckin’ dyk-
strapped up like a motherf-ckin’ dyk-
boom-boom-boom, b-tch

- cert1fi3djayy

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