YOUNG DOLPH, KEY GLOCK - Back To Back Chords and Lyrics

This song is from the album Dum and Dummer(2019), released on 26 July 2019.


Vocals: Young Dolph, Key Glock ,
Producer(s): BandPlay,
Writer(s): Key Glock , Young Dolph,

SongRating: 5/10

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Scale: D Major
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 63
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
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[INTRO]
Dm
Let the band play
Dm
Yeah
Dm
Skrrt skrrt, skrrt‚ uh

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[CHORUS:Key Glock] 
Dm
Pull up foreigns back to back‚ back to back‚ back to back to back
Dm
And hop out with them racks, with them racks, yeah‚ with them big old racks
Dm
Ayy, shout out to my set, to my set‚ you see it around my neck
Dm
Yeah, bitch, we like to flex, we like to flex, we ball, don't break a sweat


[VERSE ONE: Key Glock]
Dm
Yeah, all these damn dead presidents, I'm gettin' too much, it's scarin' me
Dm
Fuck these hoes, just let 'em be, can't let 'em get the best of me
Dm
Bitch, I got the recipe, can't no nigga compare to me
Dm
Yeah, all this water water on me, I might go join the swimming team

Dm
I got dough, Krispy Kreme
Dm
Fresh to death, crispy clean
Dm
Bitch I smoke Christmas trees
Dm
Got them lumps in my jeans

Dm
Diamonds jumping, trampoline
Dm
Uh, all you hear is bling (Bling)
Dm
Ball so hard, they think we cheatin'
Dm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you see it

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[CHORUS:Key Glock] 
Dm
Pull up foreigns back to back, back to back, back to back to back
Dm
And hop out with them racks, with them racks, yeah, with them big old racks
Dm
Ayy, shout out to my set, to my set, you see it around my neck
Dm
Yeah, bitch, we like to flex, we like to flex, we ball, don't break a sweat

[VERSE TWO: Young Dolph]
Dm
We pull up back to back, back to back to back to back to back
Dm
No, I don't play fair, shit 'round my neck jumpin' like jumping jacks
Dm
All these bitches swear that they love me, bitch, you just love these stacks
Dm
Dolph come on the radio, your girl gon' turn it up to the max

Dm
Paper Route, Paper Route, Paper Route (Uh)
Dm
Motherfuckin' Business, lil' nigga (Uh)
Dm
Fuck this rap shit, got some homeboys down the road 
Dm
Doin' life sentence, lil' nigga (Free my dawgs, free my dawgs)
Dm
I never played tennis but I got racks (Racks)
Dm
Eight stacks just for a backpack (Racks)
Dm
See some fuck niggas, then blatt blatt (Blatt blatt)
Dm
Blatt blatt blatt blatt (Ayy)
Dm
Lake Michigan on my wrist (Flooded)
Dm
Mississippi river on my neck (Flooded)
Dm
Went to hollywood just to go flex (It's Dolph)
Dm
I took his bitch, made her my pet (Bitch)
Dm
I wish all of my old hoes the best (Fuck y'all)
Dm
Me and Tray-Tray on a jet (Bitch)
Dm
Blue Power Ranger on his chest, hah, blessed

[CHORUS: Key Glock]
Dm
Pull up foreigns back to back, back to back, back to back to back
Dm
And hop out with them racks, with them racks, yeah, with them big old racks
Dm
Ayy, shout out to my set, to my set, you see it around my neck
Dm
Yeah, bitch, we like to flex, we like to flex, we ball, don't break a sweat

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