High Frequency - Back to Back (feat. AM4YA)
O'jeaHigh Frequency
Uh,
Got God on my side, He put time on my side
A nine on my side for when I go outside
That's only cause I'm tryna stay alive on this side
Ain't tryna be the one to die when the ops slide
Ay who's phone ringing, that shit not mine
When I cut my last bitch off shit got dry
Cut her off with no feels, block that bitch with no feels
She can't call my phone cause I ain't pay my phone bill
Smokin' on mobile got me feeling like a drone feel
That brain won't get you your degree, but I bet you them loans will
That banana clip split as I watch his dome peel
Hop on any nigga track, now tell me who I won't kill
Hold up, wait fuck-nigga hold still
Brrrat
O'jea
We go back to back, ay
Not only on that, but we go back to back to back, ay
Quick to solve an issue, that's on facts on facts, on facts, ay
My crew can't go starving, we need racks on racks on racks
We go back to back to back
Ay
Huh, Neon, huh
Step with my crew and I get my Hi-Freq on
Uh, yeah, Freak on, huh
They cannot get on the vibe that we be on
Huh, yeah, be on, huh
Tryna make blessings last longer than eons
We had to be the alarm to these peons
Cause High Frequency ain't the group that you sleep on
Huh, Neon, huh
Step with my crew and I get my Hi-Freq on
Uh, yeah, Freak on, huh
They cannot get on the vibe that we be on
Huh, yeah, be on, huh
Tryna make blessings last longer than eons
We had to be the alarm to these peons
Cause High Frequency ain't the group that you sleep on
We are here, let's make it clear
We did not come to play
It's Noble G, and it's Kin
And the Double A's
Now we must keep it real, I'm on here with Ahkil
You already know the deal
Addicted like a pill, when she said "I feel ill"
Back to back to back with the track, gotta stay with the racks
Nobody here like I'm Jack, we did not come to slack
If you step, we'll attack
Yeah you know this is it, I'm so cold get a tent
My heart's hard, not a dent
Bam-Bam like a Flint-
Stone
I'm keeping my money up, counting my bands
I'm feeling this nigga, but we gon' stay friends
I'm loyal and faithful to money of course
I'm a competor, but this ain't a sport
Put her in sport, now I'm a Speed Racer
I'm on my own time, nigga I'm Tracer
Fuck around, you can get hit with my taser
Fuck it, Imma hit y'all niggas with a laser
Breaking y'all ankles like my nickname "Razor"
I want the strong stuff, don't need no chaser
I want all the smoke, don't give me vapor
Let him get a taste, he loving my flavor
I'm his candy girl, yeah his Lifesaver
Told him to slow down, told him to savor
Told him I'm staying tonight as a favor
But I'm gone by the morning,
Later
(Bye)
Written by:
Ahkil Hawkins, Amaya Glover, Emil Gibson, Kindred Locke
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