Bac & Forth (feat. Babyfxce E)

Shit

Aight, aight, aight, huh

Bitch

I just wanna fuck, tell you, yeah

I just wanna fuck, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

I'm that young turn up nigga from Flint, bae, what your name is?

What's goin' up, it's Striker Boyz, bitch, that's the same shit

Tee, you already know what the fuck it is, bro, we all gangland

If a nigga try slime us out, then that's a brave man

This opp bitch tryna pull up to the party, this lil' ho brave too

You would think lil' cousin was a Crip the way he bang blue

Don't need no boots to step on any nigga, don't gotta change shoes

We just hop out, aim, shoot

All from D, me and gang who?

We got problems like having too many bitches in one room

We got some bottles of red Versace out, that's gon' get her loose

Like I just bought some Nike socks, these toes just came too

I feel like J.F. Kennedy wife, I got the brain too

She ain't mine, but I still fuck her like we goin' together

My lil' ho don't play 'bout me, that bitch gon' hold whoever

Spent two racks in Louis V, I got the coldest weather

All she wanna do is fuss and fight, I think this ho the devil

Yeah, aight, huh

Don't get scared when I call lil' bro

That lil' nigga known for steppin'

Lame ass can't even get a free section, this nigga known for nothin'

Them big bro and all you niggas, don't call my phone for nothin'

Keep on textin' me like we cool, but this nigga know we tellin'

Every Glock I got shoot smooth like some Jordan 11s

Glock bullshit on them, just book a nigga a flight to Heaven

Already tapped that lil' bitch helmet, nigga, I feel like the coach

I don't know if this bitch want me or E, she starin' at us both

Don't get it on the net and start

Sneak dissin', swearin' that's a quote

I call my lil' bitch a turkey leg, she shake it off the bone

Knew I was finna hit before she came, she was shakin' it on the phone

Takin' off her clothes, it's hot outside

She tryna change her skin tone

Dinner finna fall, tryna catch this ass like I'm tryna limbo

We can't bring that nigga 'round the

Hoes, he talk right through the pillow

I'm finna make a late night post and

Say I need somethin' I can feel on

That bitch a bop, that bitch a bop, I hope you hit

She said, "Why you treat me like a ho? I know you is"

I rode your bowl and knocked her down just like some bowling pins

I nailed this lil' bitch to the cross, her ass said, "Holy shit"

That bitch a bop, that bitch a bop, I hope you know

She said, "I ain't no lil' bitch," I said, "Show me that you grown"

And this SRT a flyin' car, hit gas and it's gon' float

Striker shit, every car I drive is fast and your shit slow

I was 'bout to stop, but fuck it, bro, come on

Tee, we gotta pop our shit, Lil Mo, before we end this song

Just like you and your bitch after I fuck, me and E go back and forth

Just locked them niggas in men in black, me and Tee goin' back to back

I been gettin' money in the D since niggas was rockin' Shaka Tags

I was tapped in down in Flint when niggas was gettin' them Apple Jacks

I'm already fat, so you know I need

Me a lil' bitch with the fattest ass

Pull up in a Tesla, screen look like an Apple Pad