Текст песни Back to Back (feat. Futuristic) [Radio Edit] - G-Hollow

Bout to blow like C Four
Don't want the smoke go take a detour
I've been snapping like mouse traps
And I've been at it since Rugrats
Got the city on my back they be hating call me Bruce Wayne
They always on my back but they don't ever see the gains
They only know the old me
Coming back as an OG
Now they see me they like oh G
Remember back when we was homies
Tryna save the town that hated
A legend in the making
Gon regret what they was sayin
When my name is in the pavement
We make the spot hot like a box a takis
Then we kick it like karate or we chilling like palates
Yall is different from what I see y'all look whack I'm lookin godly
Yo I'm built just like a dragon ball because it's hard to find me
Say they ride but you know the fingers must've been crossed
Now they acting foul like a flag has been tossed
Now I'm not a chairman but you know that Hollow's the boss
And I don't need designer because I got my own sauce

It's off of the top but I don't gotta cap
Don't know how I'm here it's deeper than rap
Money legit and I don't gotta trap
Not up on the board but this track is a slap
We in the stu call it cooking with Zack
Nailing this song like you do wit a tack
G-Hollow Futuristic
You know that we go back to back

Put me on a verse and I'm like Wayne in oh eight
It's No Ceilings how I'm building' and I can't feel my face
Ain't not court unless I'm hooping but I'm makin my case
I've been a baller been a starter like my jacket in eight, listen
N***** don't really want smoke, promise you really too broke
I'm Randy Jackson when they get to rapping, my pen get to tappin
The answer is no, hearing the flow when I start to pick up I'm Pillsbury all bout the dough
Kick in the door, hot as a stove
I feel like Black Robin, TikTok with the Woahs!
Chill with my bros put em on, oo
I just be singing these songs, oo
Know that my money real long, oo
Tour de France like I'm strong, oo
Paris is all on my arms, mm
Diamonds is all on my charms, oo
Lucky is one of my dogs, oo
Be-bouncing just like a frog, listen
I can rap just like your grandma when it's Christmas time
Money power then respect don't hesitate to give me mine
Moral of the story is my morals always intertwine
Sellin' shoes but there just ain't not Finish Line, I keep on going

It's off of the top but I don't gotta cap
Don't know how I'm here it's deeper than rap
Money legit and I don't gotta trap
Not up on the board but this track is a slap
We in the stu call it cooking with Zack
Nailing this song like you do with a tack
G-Hollow Futuristic
You know that we go back to back

Got me a label now I send in advance
Makin' my commas to fill up my pants
Kid in the back of class, had the headphones in while he wrote his raps
Said he wouldn't make it made me clown of the class
Mad that they laughed
Cause this little book is bringing home stacks, it is
Say his neck was froze
Another lie he told
Bro make him go ghost
This is what you chose
When he started wiping nose, slat
Yeah they pose but where I'm from you know we keep to ten toes
Love for the bros cause you know that they seen the highs and lows yo