Songtext Front 2 back side 2 side Wifisfuneral

Front 2 back side 2 side

That hoe can hate me, but she need me
Baby i'm still dead, i'm still not breathin'
Ion' need the ten, I need that PT
Posin' for the why i gotta stop it, pop it, okay now im geekin'
[?] back to back wit' all my cane enable tip
But I could never cross my brothers and my bloodline ain't no bitch
I was crusin' through the six
Hundred racks, Mary-Kate, Ashley, twins
Red pill, blue pill, it feel too real, I was ripped right off the rip
Left his soul out in the wind, I bet you never see him again
Who that boy right there? A bitch
I can feel my face numb
Okay, that must be the drink talkin', I was in a great mood
Now i'm still the same fuckin'-
Drop it down like like that, damnit i know that you know that feelin'
I just had it, quit the p?rcocet, do you feel me?
Cuts on my wrist from the cuban wh?n it's gleemin' hoe, hope you see it
Pop the [?]
Cuts on my wrist from the cuban when you see it, hope you see it
Pop the [?]

Front to back, side to side
Two sticks in my system when i ride
I just put a six inside my sprite now i feel crucified
That boy claim he hate me, he know my music, he know every rhyme
Hit it from the back, i'm breaking vertebrates, i'm in the spine
Diamonds lucky charms, i'm lookin like lil' flip up in his prime
These niggas fogazzi, when they talk, they always drop it down
These niggas fogazzi, when they talk, they always drop it down
Front to back, side to side
Two sticks in my system when i ride
I just put a six inside my sprite now i feel crucified
That boy claim he hate me, he know my music, he know every rhyme
Hit it from the back, i'm breaking vertebrates, i'm in the spine
Diamonds lucky charms, i'm lookin like lil' flip up in his prime
These niggas fogazzi, when they talk, they always drop it down
These niggas fogazzi, when they talk, they always drop it down

Yeah that hoe hate me, but she need me
Baby i'm still talkin' to the dead no board no ouija
Two pills got me lifted up
Rest in peace to my nigga Paps, we used to ride around with the semi tucked
By my agent, come and get you one (yeah)
Fast track, i'm ridin' with a .45
Seein' all the blood in my eye
Cut the real from the fake, no disguise
And i poured up a 8, that's straight drop
Okay, like claim me when it's smoke but i'm outside he don't see me
I just put some tris inside my juice, it look like peach tea
I just count these racks and smoke all ops, I do this weekly
Car go zoom, bad bitch ooo, I need two, but don't sip 2's
Me and my gang, we makin' all the rules
And I gotta aim till the deadman shoot
You couldn't walk inside of my shoes
Enemies down, but it ain't nothin' new

Front to back, side to side
Two sticks in my system when i ride
I just put a six inside my sprite now i feel crucified
That boy claim he hate me, he know my music, he know every rhyme
Hit it from the back, i'm breaking vertebrates, i'm in the spine
Diamonds lucky charms, i'm lookin like lil' flip up in his prime
These niggas fogazzi, when they talk, they always drop it down
These niggas fogazzi, when they talk, they always drop it down
Front to back, side to side
Two sticks in my system when i ride
I just put a six inside my sprite now i feel crucified
That boy claim he hate me, he know my music, he know every rhyme
Hit it from the back, i'm breaking vertebrates, i'm in the spine
Diamonds lucky charms, i'm lookin like lil' flip up in his prime
These niggas fogazzi, when they talk, they always drop it down
These niggas fogazzi, when they talk, they always drop it down