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86

"Back2Back"

[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*ck if you rate
Man know bare man are fake

[Verse 1: Stampface]
Flex, finesse
Like Tef, manna' keep sh*t trill
Them man there just b*tches
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*ckery
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 send 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 rucksack
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*ck if you rate
Man know bare man are fake

[Verse 4: Stampface]
None of my n*ggas are scared
How you don't trap or bang?
All of you n*ggas are where?
Of course my guys got things
He keeps sh*t here and there
n*ggas 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 & sexy
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 ting tryna' be rude
Like she ain't seen that face
Bro got his hands on the uh
sh*t I gotta mind what I say
Look, I heard my man got ching'd
That's a madting, S.A.P
Look, j*rk 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 neeky
Never been B.A.D
Never been B.A.D

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