King Chip - FWD Back lyrics

[Verse 1: Price Tag] I remember bussin' missions back when I was just a shawty (go) Ran away from, home, was beggin' Mumbles to record me (go) Kept it G in all my raps so real n***as support me Did the hoop, and wasn't on the field, but b**h i kept it sporty n***as wasn't drinkin' 40s, just 4 locos and we guzzle wine I used to rock the table with the double line Try to double my dollars, quarters and I need another dime Nickels, pennies, quick fast, double time, I don't play with mine Turn it, no cash is the only way to grind (Gimme some, gimme some) n***a, we the California state of mind (Gimme some, gimme some) Stay to your business and I'm a stay to mine (Gimme some, gimme some) Cuz that's the way that I was raised Forward, back, and pick a way State to state, got em knocked and to the base they leanin' (Whip it, whip it, whip it) I'm swervin' (Whip it, whip it, whip it) I got it goin' (Whip it, whip it, whip it) I say, I say [Verse 2: Oktane] It used to be a dream to make yo mane bop Now they want the no.1, they see I came starvin' I ain't got no time, girl, I'm trying to get to the top ‘Cause at the top they got a lot of guap And with the guap, you can beat the cops, boy, I'm hot I keep it real with my broadies, broadies stay real with me I keep it 150 with women and that's why they feelin' me Beemer bu*ter on the seats, trade that, you might get the Jeep I'm tellin' y'all aflex, don't too much get real as me See, I pop out double kick flip, and that's just for kicks Go to my trunk and I switch kicks, now that's for yo chick I had the ? get that prescription and that's for the zip Then grab the citrus so I can spritz it and that's for the whip You know I smell like dank when I walk into the bank Deposit withdraw some and use yo check to fill up my tank My girl don't want a club n***a, she want a BO dub n***a The crowd goes wild, cuz well, the crowd is in love with em Please move… [Hook] (Whip it, whip it, whip it) Real (Whip it, whip it, whip it) Goddamn (Whip it, whip it, whip it) Real (Whip it, whip it, whip it) Yuh (Verse 3 - RiFF RAFF) Mainstream baller, show cart chemist Single bullet viper with the werewolf finish You ever seen a girl get naked at the dentist She can barely holler, flourescent shot caller Coulda been a scholar, but I chose to chase dollas Young Jose, rap no gray Thunderstorm Benz, can't decide where to stay Can't decide where to live, homeless a** hustler 2.5 mill, flippin' candy honey mustard Oh, now we jack tellin'?! Used to be a felon But I never got caught so I'm Versace yacht selling Drop-top roller, syrup in my soda Mr. Jodi High roller [Interlude: King Chip] Look here, you namsayin Check this out, ya dig sh**, damn, yknowwImsayn Goddamn, it's all about that movin' forward Ye dig, now check it out You got a lotta back on you, but I'm tryna check it out And get you the front, yknowwImsayn, yknowwImsayn So you don't have to work sh**, yknowwImsayn Yo fame is lookin' real nice too Look, ma, I'm gettin' tired of playn nah I tend to do that Becuz you got that wide back Now lemme get back on point It's all about goin' forward and lettin' em know how it was Back where you came yknowwImsayn In yo case, yo behind is always fine so yo back is neva slackin' YknowwImsayn baby? Well sh**, well damn, well hell, baby You got a couple em wicha Doin' sh** now, ok, I got ya