Back2Back

[Intro: Dopesmoke] (Ayy, CZR, you did a mazza, still) (Sebz Beats, baby) Dopesmoke, 67, and PR SAD, Back2Back Fuck all the dead opps, we smokin' on all your dead homies Glee, glee, glee [Chorus: PR SAD, Dopesmoke] I lost faith when bro got the G Then I patterned up quick, like in skengs we trust The blade really took my man's cuz He weren't lackin', he rolled that dice like a trump Punk, if it lands on 6, then you're done Add another six when we got him, his lung I ain't beefin' these kids or bums No playin' with them pricks, you know how it stung Juice get spilt like tonic (Spilt), I'm on it I've seen man run like Sonic (Dashin') Me and my darg, that's Wallace and Gromit Fill up the dings, let's spot and drop it (Right now) JMunna's loud, he comes too chronic (Too loud) He try run, got put on a bonnet (Man lick that) He try run, got put on a bonnet [Verse 1: PR SAD] GoFundMe page, let me pay my respects A white flag couldn't make this end Silly, I ain't need to go into depth But I went into depth when I put it in Reckz No tit for tat, when we do it, it's ten fold Kid's got nine 'cause he gave a man ten holes Covered up, we ain't with the chattin' on encro Snap drop, raindrop emoji, let's go We do drills, them man just talk it Shit gets awks when we mention the dead Over four's in bed Unlimited Z's, we put him to rest Trap gave me an inset, won't go in depth Just gotta show with my index, quick kweff 'Cause second time he passed, first time, he should've been dead ('Cause second time he passed, first time, he should've been dead) [Verse 2: Dopesmoke] Three in a week, let's keep on ridin' Where they, though? Cah man can't find 'em I watched him swim when I pushed my knife in Skengs on peds, no need for a hi-vis Go ask Trident, my batch's real violent We're actually tryin', why they're not dyin'? Me and my dawg, that's Stewie and Brian Ridin', tryna leave one of them minus Stainless steel when we're out for the kill It's real, they're hidin' You can hear in his voice, he's lyin' They wanna diss on songs and go out wrong No wonder they're dyin', frightened Put on your gloves, start slidin' G got life 'cause he turned him lifeless And S got S 'cause he kept on hypin' [Verse 3: PR SAD] Don't die like Cheyon It takes less than a crayon to draw me out Dinger that whip, lidge place in tints When we cross the equip, but it's .40, foul We really do it in style You see the four pipe range and the 12-gauge, baow S tried to pinch his nose like a clown He couldn't hold his breath, neck shots are foul Just got a brand new Tevez, the brady's jealous, they both play sports Two waps up, there's loads of swords Even if I got three, I'll still bring my sword If the blade gets stuck, you better twist with force Course, as soon as you start, don't pause Froze at the spinner like the tray smells corn (Froze at the spinner like the tray smells corn) [Verse 4: Dopesmoke] Creep up and wet him It's us who's causin' tension Fill up the dings while the ped's unleaded Who's that? What's that? Jump out, cheff it Oh yeah, did I mention? Your bredrin's dead, still pissed that he's restin' We cheffed Reckless, I think he learned his lesson Death was the sentence, now he's in heaven I stabbed him once and I stabbed him twice Few more times, he would've lost his life Buck into me with my rambo knife Only askin' once, I don't know about twice SOS, that's Splash On Sight All of my young boys active Said they want splash him or air that bine (Or air that bine) [Chorus: PR SAD, Dopesmoke] I lost faith when bro got the G Then I patterned up quick like, in skengs we trust The blade really took my man's cuz He weren't lackin', he rolled that dice like a trump Punk, if it lands on 6 then you're done Add another six when we got him, his lung I ain't beefin' these kids or bums No playin' with them pricks, you know how it stung Juice get spilt like tonic (Spilt), I'm on it I've seen man run like Sonic (Dashin') Me and my darg, that's Wallace and Gromit Fill up the dings, let's spot and drop it (Right now) Munna's loud, he comes too chronic (Too loud) He try run, got put on a bonnet (Man lick that) He try run, got put on a bonnet [Outro] (Ayy, CZR did a mazza, still) (Sebz Beats, baby) .