[00:00.61]"Back 2 Back"
[00:01.17]
[00:01.55]****in' man
[00:03.36]****in' man, coke man, yeah
[00:09.05]-
[00:10.30]I play the Porsche, 918
[00:12.92]I mean the Spyder, you do not know what I mean
[00:15.55]I got a driver for my drop top limousine
[00:18.30]Go ask yo b***h, I bet she know 'bout Mr. G
[00:20.92]Yeah he like to talk, she like to talk
[00:23.55]So when he drop her off, they have a heart to heart
[00:26.30]Guess he got all the answers
[00:28.30]And I got all the verses
[00:29.30]My Benz don't got no ceilings
[00:30.86]But the windows came with curtains
[00:32.17]So me and G swervin, me and G swerve
[00:34.61]I keep the double R, me and Steve Kerr
[00:37.48]Popping these percs like I'm on injury reserve
[00:40.11]And when the pockets full of lint, we want that lint to be fur
[00:43.05]Amen, amen
[00:43.86]No baking soda, my nigga, we play it raw
[00:46.92]We put some holes in them niggas, we playin' golf
[00:49.73]Want you to know it's me nigga, my mask off
[00:52.36]Cut out your tongue put that nigga in a glass jar
[00:55.17]Then drop it off to your kid's classroom
[00:58.05]Dirt bags, we belong on a vacuum
[01:00.92]A pad room, I shit in my bathroom
[01:03.30]Long hallways, my room is the last room
[01:06.17]Long hard days, my schedule don't have room
[01:09.11]You home all day, you stuck on your Macbook
[01:11.92]I'm gone all day, I'm chasing that checkbook
[01:14.73]I'm stoned all day, I'm stoned all day, I'm on D'usse
[01:18.80]And back in the day we was on section eight
[01:21.61]Now we in our own section, mother****ing like "Ayy"
[01:24.30]All you niggas know what time it is like Flav
[01:27.11]Public Enemy Number One like Flav
[01:29.80]Fifteen with a mouth full of golds like Flav
[01:32.42]Fifteen with a house full of hoes like Hef'
[01:35.17]Gave G the day off cause the car park itself
[01:38.05]Shots take off like a stealth and they landin in your scalp
[01:40.80]Letting human heads replace the Grammies on the shelf
[01:43.48]Put a nigga head right below the belt 'til she belch
[01:46.36]And she won't get a dollar; zero, zilch
[01:49.23]Cup muddy-muddy, muddy-muddy-muddy
[01:51.92]Tunechi pass the blunt, I'm gon' need time to study
[01:54.67]They don't know who got the gun
[01:55.98]But they know who got the money
[01:57.36]We don't wanna know what's up
[01:58.86]We wanna know who got the money
[02:00.23]What these niggas wanna do?
[02:01.55]What these mother****ers want from me?
[02:02.86]Lil Wayne - Back 2 Back - No Ceilings 2 (Mixtape) - Snitches claiming I'm a dog, but these niggas want puppie
[02:05.73]These niggas bring luggage, my nigga bring others
[02:08.48]My nigga bring rubbers, your nigga burn rubbers
[02:11.30]Your nigga burn supper
[02:12.61]I'm still major and I made ya niggas
[02:15.55]You getting bodied by a skater niggas
[02:18.11]I'm not the type of nigga that be Skypin' b*****s
[02:20.67]Shout out to all my niggas one nightin' b*****s
[02:23.48]Make sure you hit 'em with the Slut Walk
[02:25.80]Yeah, then text that man to **** off
[02:28.48]And I pour up another one, another one
[02:31.48]The cream soda tastin' like bubble gum
[02:34.05]Woah, straight swerving on these niggas
[02:37.17]From Collins to Highland to Bourbon on these niggas
[02:39.55]Them other niggas just wasn't deserving of me, niggas
[02:42.30]So I'm swerving on them niggas
[02:43.86]No more Family Matters, no more Urkel on them niggas
[02:46.48]I'm feeling like a born again virgin on them niggas
[02:49.23]I'm running to the bank, quick as Herchel on them niggas
[02:51.80]What's in your wallet?
[02:53.17]I done went commercial on them niggas
[02:54.67]On purpose on them niggas
[02:56.11]All black hoodie, all black gat to match
[02:59.36]Yeah, put it to your hat, and Blat!
[03:02.48]When we see you, boy, them shots be coming back to back
[03:05.05]Long hair, don't care, nigga; Cactus Jack
[03:08.30]No Ceilings

"Back 2 Back"
****in' man
****in' man, coke man, yeah
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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 Benz don't 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 nigga, we play it raw
We put some holes in them niggas, we playin' golf
Want you to know it's me nigga, my mask off
Cut out your tongue put that nigga in a glass jar
Then drop it off to your kid's classroom
Dirt bags, we belong on a vacuum
A pad room, I shit 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, mother****ing like "Ayy"
All you niggas 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 landin in your scalp
Letting human heads replace the Grammies on the shelf
Put a nigga head right below the belt 'til she belch
And she won't get a dollar; zero, zilch
Cup muddy-muddy, muddy-muddy-muddy
Tunechi pass 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 niggas wanna do?
What these mother****ers want from me?
Lil Wayne - Back 2 Back - No Ceilings 2 (Mixtape) - Snitches claiming I'm a dog, but these niggas want puppie
These niggas bring luggage, my nigga bring others
My nigga bring rubbers, your nigga burn rubbers
Your nigga burn supper
I'm still major and I made ya niggas
You getting bodied by a skater niggas
I'm not the type of nigga that be Skypin' b*****s
Shout out to all my niggas one nightin' b*****s
Make sure you hit 'em with the Slut Walk
Yeah, then text that man to **** off
And I pour up another one, another one
The cream soda tastin' like bubble gum
Woah, straight swerving on these niggas
From Collins to Highland to Bourbon on these niggas
Them other niggas just wasn't deserving of me, niggas
So I'm swerving on them niggas
No more Family Matters, no more Urkel on them niggas
I'm feeling like a born again virgin on them niggas
I'm running to the bank, quick as Herchel on them niggas
What's in your wallet?
I done went commercial on them niggas
On purpose on them niggas
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, nigga; Cactus Jack
No Ceilings