Back 2 Back Tay B (Ft. FMB DZ)

[Verse 1: Tay B & FMB DZ]
All facts lil' nigga huh
Yea I heard you in that G wagon
Not the Benz one, bitch the Ford one
You can't afford one
You ain't never made six G's
Huh, Nigga, my car don't even take CDs
You in fake Balmain's word to DZ's
You in fake diamonds word to CZ's
I ran it up and went ignant word to Tay B
Everything push to start bitch I hate keys
Shoutout to that motherfuckin' road cause It made me
I was taking trips to AZ, I was 18
Y'all be on Instagram posting fake cheese
Put that pistol in yo face, pussy say cheese
I wear my shit anywhere come and take these
I just found a thousand pack for the 18
Tryna put my niggas in gold like the A-Team
And I'll pity any fool trying to take these

[Verse 2: Tay B & FMB DZ]
If you don't do what you 'posed to do
Shit prolly end up stretching you
Probably gone fuck and get the neck from you
Probably get the best of you
Then probably gone end up neglecting you
I 'ont really like to do the seconds boo
A hundred round drum, nigga you can catch some extras too
Later when I'm done Imma pour a 4 up in a Mountain Dew
Boy you ain't my mans, don't shake my hands, 'iont fuck with you
Took some niggas years to get this far, It took a month or two
I get in my feelings pop a perc or blow a blunt or two
RIP Uncle Mudd wish that I could sip a cup with you
When them boys caught you, I wish I was in the cut with you
I'd do what I'm supposed to do, can't let 'em get close to you
Yeaaah