PUT IT IN HER BACK (feat. Almighty Suspect) - Xandrdalowk

I was moving forward From the point I've come from I was rolling lowly This is our song now I was moving forward From the point I've come from I was rolling lowly This is our song now Gotta see it Nothing means I gotta gotta Feel it Everything is out I gotta Hold out Everything is out I gotta Day out Just invite them Gotta Bore them Til I take us out I gotta feel like Every single line I gotta Clean it out to the side When we're not down and out Put it back together Put it back together Put it back together Put it back together Put it back together (yeah yeah yeah x3) Burning down the city Warning out of something But I need to find it 'Cause I got no sun down Dug a whole was so fun And a taste thats floating What it doesn't meet no Place to silent sleep now I gotta feeling Doesn't mean I sad because I Love me Everything around it isn't Better If you sing it loud and I Jam myself to dawn I got So much dissing at the side and When its Just another ride and you Sow yourself to the cat Bet it Put it back together Put it back together Put it back together Put it back together Put it back together (yeah yeah yeah x3)

(Yo Devin... What up cuh) (It's the Big Mac... Yeah, I got this new shit right here, man) (You might wanna hit this) You can put it in a zag, I'ma put it in a blunt You can sit in the back, I'ma sit in the front No stunt, no pump, it really don't matter 'Cause I got what they want You can put it in a zag, I'ma put it in a blunt You can sit in the back, I'ma sit in the front No stunt, no pump, it really don't matter 'Cause I got what they want They say all day we play and blow See, this is the only thing we know I blow kush again, on the push again With a bad, little, cute, little Mexican Zig Zag how I roll mine You can tell I be a G, how I hold mine I ain't into loaning shit, I'ma own mine Bitch, fuck with me, stumble on a gold mine Break bread or fake dead Punk bitch, this is real life Executive Branch; What it feel like? Catch me if you can, I'm your local kush man Sitting in the stands with 100 grams in my pants And I blow, so much smoke Pure OG, hit it once might choke See I'ma go kick it with a bitch I can poke And you can ride too, High School, take a toke You can put it in a zag, I'ma put it in a blunt You can sit in the back, I'ma sit in the front No stunt, no pump, it really don't matter 'Cause I got what they want You can put it in a zag, I'ma put it in a blunt You can sit in the back, I'ma sit in the front No stunt, no pump, it really don't matter 'Cause I got what they want Uhh, no stems, no seeds Mac gave me all the class that a nigga need Just taught my old bitch how to roll weed And a nigga ridin with me getting high with me Squares are revvin to my young nigga Devin Got to hangin' out with Mac And now we're 24 7 On the go, smoking dro Deep on the Westside Bangin where it's hood at Yep you gotta love that Yep I love that Niggas used to offer but I wouldn't Now I'm all asking where the bud at Making it happen, me and Mac got 2 bitches crackin and They say they tryna smoke weed all night And down for getting tatted Spatted up and tatted up Suit it up and boot it up Pioneers, baby, ain't nothin that you can do to us N. Hale That's the High School Dev and Mac We known to act a damn fool Ya dig? You know what? It may sound crazy, but, uh... Yeah... Dev and Mac High School... It may sound crazy, but, uh... It may sound crazy, but, uh... It may sound crazy, but, uh...

Come on lets put it in gear Hey, ridin' and drivin' been puttin' on mileage I'm comin' correct when I steer Hey, foot on the pedal just turned on the high beams so I can see whoever's near My eyes on the road, but my partner in crime is beside me she peepin' the rear Turn off the music just so we can hear Got the bitch tellin' me wear I should go She got my phone so my eyes on the road Tried to unlock it, but I switched the code Yeah, little she know Got eyes on my back, I'm watchin' her lurk Protectin' what's mine, that's always for sure Been puttin' in work it's startin' to work This life is a trial, you live and you learn I gotta go out and retrieve what is mine Make sure that everyone eats when we dine Take me for granted I'm cuttin' the line Take me for granted I'm cuttin' the line I don't have the time for a phony Aye, You can catch me with the homies They the only ones that know me Actually nobody knows me Really I'm puttin' in work for the people I fuck with I'm not lettin' anyone down Everybody gets an at bat with the same pitcher at the mound I'm swingin' for home runs But I'm hittin' grand slams I heard he a rookie boy He ain't no champion Come on lets put it in gear Hey, ridin' and drivin' been puttin' on mileage I'm comin' correct when I steer Hey, foot on the pedal just turned on the high beams so I can see whoever's near My eyes on the road, but my partner in crime is beside me she peepin' the rear Turn off the music just so we can hear Got the bitch tellin' me wear I should go I got her scannin' and trackin' the road She askin' me if I'm ready to go I'm always on go mode I don't know what it is I always had it It's part of bein' different from the average Honestly I can't put it into words You wouldn't understand me if you heard No, no, no, no Honestly I can't put it into words You wouldn't understand me if you heard No, nooo, woah Lately I can't put it all into words And you wouldn't understand me if you heard Come on lets put it in gear Hey, ridin' and drivin' been puttin' on mileage I'm comin' correct when I steer Hey, foot on the pedal just turned on the high beams so I can see whoever's near My eyes on the road, but my partner in crime is beside me she peepin' the rear Turn off the music just so we can hear