Back @ It - Lil Quill, Yung Mal

I gotta sleep with that 40

I gotta pee with that 40

No cap

Come on

Iceburg big quill, we turn the motherfucking temperature

Please don’t think shit sweet cause we signed us a deal, get yo ass hit with

that Dillinger

Walk in the bank they already knowing us

Check, cleared we sign our signature

Niggas switch up, they faded right out of the picture

Me and my brother, stuck together forever

New spot new car everyday brand new cheddar championship

We popping like Bel-Air, gotta thank God

Boy the whole squad doing better

Heart so cold neck frozer then frigid air

Gotta lot of money but the hood niggas still there

Still on that bullshit no nigga get no spare

We passing these hoes I swear we don’t care

Bout dey feelings cause we drop the top on ceiling

Double R hit the gas cost a cool quarter million

Alexander McQueen just to push start ignition

Got the emerald cut on the bitch, it got 3D dimension

And free my dawg meek he got three different sentences

Gang started back and they put me against it

Iceberg got the Glock with the beam and extensions

Give a fuck what you heard 'cause you see I be getting it

Hoe, Tom Ford on my frames I can’t see out my lenses

So many bands in my pants and they D&G like really, bitch

Shit it get deep in these trenches, get beat out your britches, G

No cap, you never seen me with 50s

Know better the trap at the phone keep on ringing

Two double G fits, came from 15 at Lennox

He better not start cause my youngin gone finish it

Nigga want smoke, cause they gotta treat me like a chimney

Mhm

Niggas so hot when I stop got 'em asking for pictures

Niggas so black like a pastor I look like a bachelor

Spot got a hundred hoes in

No I’m not worry bout a nigga that hatin if they want it, know I shoot like my

name Cole Bennet

So many hundred on hundreds on top each other

They bust out my motherfuckin' skinnies

They ask about Quill, no I don’t know where he at

He somewhere counting up a Milli

You know that’s my blood, my twin We identical

We fucking on twins they say they biological

I was on block now they see me on articles

Right on her knees, that’s where your daughter go

Blow him away leave no particles

I don’t got no top on this auto-mo

Ice berg colder then Antarctica

Big body, let’s valet park it

So many pounds in back feel like I just then grew me a garden

We private jet, we departed

I got yo bitch, she get naughty

We rolling weed and I’m for it

I’m on the beat I won’t sleep till the morning

Double C on my feet, Louis V on my garment

He, ain’t bout that shit he rappin' bout

We never seen him in 'partments

G wagon seats in the rarri

We just got paid to go party

Invest that bag in my shortys

I keep that carbine not arguing

I’m going sleep with that 40

I gotta pee with that 40

I’m in the meeting with that 40

Rock custom made drip, not no Nautica

Times Square price so I land in LaGuardia

Let’s get it