Make It Back
Yeah
Let's go, ah
Hu?
(Inomekindakitchen)
I wake up in the morning take a piss and grab the strap
Then I wipe my ass then I pour a cup of act
I gotta check stash because bitches don't know how to act
I fucked it off the night before I gotta make it back gang
I gotta make it back, gang, gang
I gotta make it back, gang, gang
I gotta make it back, gang, gang
Gang, gang
Trap house shooting craps and shit why Varney got the Mac and shit
Love her she'll whack a bitch while Tracy and them be wrapping bricks
The bitch I used to call my sis, I filled the lil' hoe up with dick
Now she call niggas her brothers but I know I'm used to it
Gucci slides, fuck her in the window while I'm serving pies
Try to slide, got this choppa on me and I leave him fried
Homicide, took his face apart he unidentified
50k up in my lawyer just in case they looking for me
I can't stand the smell of that work
That's why my brothers cook it for me
30k a show, don't call my phone, just book it for me
Money in my hand, that fast money, fast money
I ain't talking Wayne, I need that Cash Money
I wake up in the morning take a piss and grab the strap
Then I wipe my ass, then I pour a cup of act
I gotta check stash because bitches don't know how to act
I fucked it off the night before I gotta make it back gang
I gotta make it back, gang, gang
I gotta make it back, gang, gang
I gotta make it back, gang, gang
Gang, gang
All these niggas tweaking, if you cross me you stuck
I be in the city, fuck nigga, we ain't ducking shit
All the real niggas, street niggas, they gone fuck with this
All the real killas, trap niggas, they gone fuck with this
Head shot, run up on Durk pussy better not dead rock
What you gon' do from that red dot?
Run, nigga, better have your gun that's on my son, nigga
We don't even tote 30s pussy we like drums, nigga
Every nigga round me they going to blow for me
Tweak with me foe nem get in them grocery's
I got the city how it supposed to be (okay)
(I'm a real nigga and he noticed it)
I wake up in the morning take a piss and grab the strap
Then I wipe my ass then I pour a cup of act
I gotta check stash because bitches don't know how to act (yeah)
I fucked it off the night before I gotta make it back gang
I gotta make it back, gang, gang
I gotta make it back, gang, gang
I gotta make it back, gang, gang
Gang, gang
Let's go, ah
Hu?
(Inomekindakitchen)
I wake up in the morning take a piss and grab the strap
Then I wipe my ass then I pour a cup of act
I gotta check stash because bitches don't know how to act
I fucked it off the night before I gotta make it back gang
I gotta make it back, gang, gang
I gotta make it back, gang, gang
I gotta make it back, gang, gang
Gang, gang
Trap house shooting craps and shit why Varney got the Mac and shit
Love her she'll whack a bitch while Tracy and them be wrapping bricks
The bitch I used to call my sis, I filled the lil' hoe up with dick
Now she call niggas her brothers but I know I'm used to it
Gucci slides, fuck her in the window while I'm serving pies
Try to slide, got this choppa on me and I leave him fried
Homicide, took his face apart he unidentified
50k up in my lawyer just in case they looking for me
I can't stand the smell of that work
That's why my brothers cook it for me
30k a show, don't call my phone, just book it for me
Money in my hand, that fast money, fast money
I ain't talking Wayne, I need that Cash Money
I wake up in the morning take a piss and grab the strap
Then I wipe my ass, then I pour a cup of act
I gotta check stash because bitches don't know how to act
I fucked it off the night before I gotta make it back gang
I gotta make it back, gang, gang
I gotta make it back, gang, gang
I gotta make it back, gang, gang
Gang, gang
All these niggas tweaking, if you cross me you stuck
I be in the city, fuck nigga, we ain't ducking shit
All the real niggas, street niggas, they gone fuck with this
All the real killas, trap niggas, they gone fuck with this
Head shot, run up on Durk pussy better not dead rock
What you gon' do from that red dot?
Run, nigga, better have your gun that's on my son, nigga
We don't even tote 30s pussy we like drums, nigga
Every nigga round me they going to blow for me
Tweak with me foe nem get in them grocery's
I got the city how it supposed to be (okay)
(I'm a real nigga and he noticed it)
I wake up in the morning take a piss and grab the strap
Then I wipe my ass then I pour a cup of act
I gotta check stash because bitches don't know how to act (yeah)
I fucked it off the night before I gotta make it back gang
I gotta make it back, gang, gang
I gotta make it back, gang, gang
I gotta make it back, gang, gang
Gang, gang
Credits
Writer(s): Durk Banks, Kemoni Watts
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