Daxz - Back 2 Back lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Dope man Dope man, coke man Yeah [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I play the Porsche, 918 I mean the Spyder, you do not know what I mean I got a driver for my drop top limousine Go ask yo b**h, I bet she know bout Mr. G Yeah he like to talk She like to talk So when he drop her off They have a heart to heart Guess he got all the answers And I got all the verses My Benzo got no ceilings But the windows came with curtains So me and G swervin Me and G swerve I keep the double-R, me and Steve Kerr Popping these Percs like I'm on injury reserve And when the pockets full of lint, we want that lint to be fur Amen, amen No baking soda, my n***a, we play it raw We put some holes in them n***as, we playin' golf Want you to know it's me n***a, my mask off Cut out your tongue put that b**h in a gla** jar Then drop it off to your kid's cla**room Dirt bags, we belong on a vacuum A pad room, I f** in my bathroom Long hallways, my room is the last room Long hard days, my schedule don't have room You home all day, you stuck on your Macbook I'm gone all day, I'm chasing that checkbook I'm stoned all day, I'm stoned all day, I'm on D'usse And back in the day we was on section eight Now we in our own section, motherf**er like "Ayy" All you n***as know what time it is like Flav Public Enemy Number One like Flav Fifteen with a mouth full of golds like Flav Fifteen with a house full of hoes like Hef Gave G the day off cause the car park itself Shots take off like a stealth And they landing in your scalp Letting human heads replace the Grammies on the shelf Put a b**h head right below the belt 'til she belch And she won't get a dollar; zero, zilch Cup muddy-muddy, muddy-muddy-muddy Tunechi pa** the blunt, I'm gon' need time to study They don't know who got the gun But they know who got the money We don't wanna know what's up We wanna know who got the money What these n***as wanna do? What these b**hes want from me? b**hes claiming I'm a dog But these b**hes want puppies These b**hes bring luggage My b**hes bring others My b**hes bring rubbers Your b**hes burn rubbers Your b**hes burn supper I'm still major and I made ya n***as You getting bodied by a skater n***a I'm not the type of n***a that be Skypin' b**hes Shout out to all my b**hes one nightin' n***as Make sure you hit 'em with the s*ut Walk Yeah, then text that man to f** off And I pour up another one, another one The cream soda tastin' like bubble gum Woah, straight swerving on these n***as From Collins to Highland to Bourbon on these n***as Them other n***as just wasn't deserving of me, n***as So I'm swerving on them n***as No more Family Matters, no more Urkel on them n***as I'm feeling like a born again virgin on them n***as I'm running to the bank, quick as Herchel on them n***as What's in your wallet? I done went commercial on them n***as On purpose on them n***as All black hoodie, all black gat to match Yeah, put it to your hat, and Blat! When we see you, boy, them shots be coming back to back Long hair, don't care, n***a; Cactus Jack No Ceilings