Scrams - Back2Back lyrics

[Hook: Scrams] Lemme set this straight I don't know half these nerds Tryna' put a "K" on the 8 And way before this rap ting Man knew man's face But I do me, I don't give a f** if you rate Man know bare man are fake [Verse 1: Stampface] Flex, finesse Like Tef, manna' keep sh** trill Them man there just b**hes Come like they're wearing heels I don't par with them man I don't par with them man fo'real I got work like RiRi Get grabbed, you know I won't squeal [Verse 2 : Scrams] "Mr Make More Money" Four should of done him up But he came out lucky Shout out Stamps my buddy Bro' who's mental Said he copped that brucky And from long time Man been keeping f**ery 86, that's to the world and back They know bout' me "Mr Please Don't Lack" Don't do no running legs I put two in your back And it's back to my flat Cop a three-five in a pack [Verse 3: Stampface] I'm with Scramface We up in these streets Tryna' get back I told my young boy get P's Swear you don't want no rats Half a box of the amm Man get that gone in a flash Bad b come to the yard Then I sent her home in a cab Been ere' with Gunna Been ere' with Gunna we been getting ready Stamp with your P's and grub Turn yourself into a belly Bruck back in the rucksake Yeah the ting come heavy Man treat shows like the seaside You know man get shelly [Hook: Scrams] Lemme set this straight I don't know half these nerds Tryna' put a "K" on the 8 And way before this rap ting Man knew man's face But I do me, I don't give a f** if you rate Man know bare man are fake [Verse 4: Stampface] None of my n***as are scared How you don't trap or bang? All of you n***as aware Of course my guys got things He keeps sh** here and there n***as scream 86K 86K what, where? 8 coming to blood in the air [Verse 5: Scrams] Like why you want test me? Hands on the uh I ain't missing shots like Heskey "Mr. Take Your Girl" You know man moves flexy Might just borrow her She's brown & s**y Like don't be dumb, of course I grind 645 or I do 419 No handout, yeah I bill my line Bro don't care bout time Box still copped in the shine [Verse 6: Stampface] Gang Smoke up, no wake and bake Me and you ain't the same I make money and take Dead tings tryna' be rude Like she ain't seen that face Bro got his hands on the uh sh** I gotta mind what I say Look, I heard my man got ching'd That's a madting, S.A.P Look, drop my man for his pack Gimme that B.A.G Look, jump out the ride with gang, G.A.T Look, them man there too neek Never been B.A.D Never been B.A.D