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letra de back to back - yhung t.o. & daboii

[intro]
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[verse 1: daboii]
ain’t n0body solid in your squad boy y’all some cb4’s
stacking and i’m starving in my penthouse eating pizza rolls
n-gga in my movie yousa b-tch like the madea role
came a long way from heating that house up with that kitchen stove
when i hit the booth i do that sh-t that they ain’t did before
ask your lil’ homey for some change then he your bigger bro’
it’s a half a brick up in this cup you gotta sip it slow
b-tch you not my b-tch, let’s not forget so what you tripping for?

[verse 2: yhung t.o.]
i’m trippin’ for my n-ggas like some sh-t you never did before
might just turn my b-tch into a p and have her sending hoes
same glock we took your brother with but this a different loaf
i speak for real n-ggas in them streets you wouldn’t feel it though
that smoke what i been fiending for, your bro gon’ get you beat up on
i came a long way from being broke i couldn’t be no more
a hundred in that masi off the mud i couldn’t see no more
them n-ggas showing guns up in them vids but they don’t squeeze ’em though

[verse 3: daboii]
ain’t too much game that you could put me on feel like i seen it all
n-ggas scream gang and yelling squad but they don’t be evolved
i can show you where to get the work but you can’t meet the boss
you rocking for a n-gga that run his mouth then you gon’ be the cause, b-tch

[verse 4: yhung t.o.]
eyes blurry off a zip, never worried ’bout a b-tch
let a n-gga run up on me put your brodie on a fit
i ain’t wanna have to do it why that n-gga make me trip
that’s why everywhere i go i keep that .40 on my hip

[verse 5: daboii]
and if my n-gga drop a dime i’m like whose mans is this?
why the f-ck you asking for the truth? you can’t handle it
b-tch i got the torch, i play with fire, come get your candle lit
sit your lil’ ass down boy yousa p-ssy, you don’t stand for sh-t

[verse 6: yhung t.o.]
these n-ggas ain’t on sh-t man, let me tell you like my og told me
every time you on the mic better spit that sh-t
i just bought another foreign had to switch that whip
catch a sucka out lackin’ better bend that b-tch
better up that score, better bust that clip

[verse 7: daboii]
and i don’t gotta beat your ass i let the k do it
put the choppy choppy to his mouth like, “what you say stupid?”
you had a strap when n-ggas slid, heard you ain’t use it
now i do the fool up in that p-ssy but i ant foolish

[verse 8: yhung t.o.]
and for looking at me wrong, you can get your life took my n-gga
all i hang around is demons and them crooks my n-gga
put that .40 on the counter when i cook my n-gga
’cause t.o. without no glock, how that look my n-gga?

[verse 9: daboii]
tryna take mama’s only son and leave her traumatized
.40 was holding down my jeans that’s why i bought a .9
n-ggas think they demons ’til we slide and have ’em calling god
after i bust that yes sir then baby call your ride

[verse 10: yhung t.o.]
tool tryna leave his family dead we aim at head and hit in legs
i just ran up twenty bands ‘fore you was in and out the bed
remember back when we was kids ain’t think we’d grow up toting sticks
and sh-t the judge ain’t got no sympathy for n-ggas on them sentences

[verse 11: daboii]
i got fifty in the drum, got about twenty in my jeans
i ain’t trickin’ on no b-tch but i got tricks on up in the sleeve

[verse 12: yhung t.o.]
he want me to spare his life, n-gga get up off your knees
first n-gga in the land who got it tatted on my sleeve

[verse 13: daboii]
ah, could look a n-gga in the eyes and tell he not ’bout it
i keep that heat up in my jeans i got hot pockets

[verse 14: yhung t.o.]
and if you ain’t really trip for your n-ggas then you a nerd to me
it’s t.o. from the north of the v if n-ggas ain’t heard of me

- yhung t o daboii

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