Back 2 Back (feat. JerkMan)

Take time to shine like this Water on my neck and then it's ice up on my wrist Everybody hate me so I'm ridin' like I'm Chris I be actin' crazy when I'm slippin' on the fifth Bitches try to hate it but they know they love the shit I can tell I made it fuckin' in mercedes whips Shawty aint a house but goddamn she love the bricks Saved her name as Moby by the way she eat the dick Bitch I need my quarters back I'm finna send a blitz Man his raps is toilet packs and we ain't hearin' shit Who you know that's cold like that that's fuckin' with the kid Shawty just a baby munch I had to get a bib Rollin' off the shrooms in my room I took a trip Baby I'ma goon for some food I'll make a flip Bitch, Uh-huh Peanut butter bitches they remind me of Ri-Ri None of them a eight they a dime plus a penny I don't need a wish they both mine, no Timmy And we always have a blast when they slide no Jimmy Wock from Poland, now I'm movin' slow like Gary And I'm still a point, give a nigga hell like Mary Black panther, and I'm with the iron like Shuri Shawty waste no time, she reclined, no hurry See my wrist, flick my wrist in my prime like I'm Curry Ballin' in October, bitch, I feel like Scary Terry All you niggas Doofenshmirtz, I guess that make me Perry Every day a legend, bitch, I'm livin' like I'm Larry Man made of cheddar, so they call me Dr. Dairy Oh, we hoopin', bitch, I'm on the court like Lillard And I keep an eight ball, I ain't talkin Squidward Big burr Shawty tuck my neck and she shiver Mixed the deuce with the hen and I'm screamin', f*ck a liver Goddamn, now I'm on fire in December How you niggas losers tryna claim that you winners? Big vet, I been in the game, no beginner She screamin' out for God when she ridin', she a sinner How you pussies him, you niggas lyin' on your gender He say he got the sauce, but get his wives off Tinder Left that bitch in the rain, now she cryin' me a river Call me jerk Seahawk, so I can't die up in that river Now we back to back in scat packs, them bitches matte black She like the way the track is black wrap she want her back facked Ass fat, and she throw it back, I had to catch that Farm shit cracked her like a egg up in a hatchback Scratch that, lil' bitch stole my heart, I had to backtrack Question, what's in the backpack? A mack thats jet black I got a answer, Do the beat just like a robbery, say, put your hands up Draco minu right up under me, they turn to dancers And they say we flowin' sick as f*ck, them niggas cancer Any beat I'm on, I eat it up like Kung Fu Panda F*ck the hoes, rockin' clothes, chase a buck, that's just the mantra She sayin' I went ghost, cause she ain't know I was a phantom But she actually let it go, cause she seen that I was handsome Now I got her leanin' on me, she pour the fanta Bitch let go my cup have my motherfucking fanta Jerk M47 Gone