Back At It
(Let the BandPlay)
Uh, back at it again (yeah), yeah
I told my niggas, "Quit playin', let's run up the Ms" (ayy-bruh, quit playin'), uh, yeah
I hop in some fast, do the dash, I'm gone with the wind (skrrt), uh, yeah
I'm rollin' up blunts back-to-back in a big Maybach Benz (yeah), uh-uh, yeah
This money got me in a trance, I'm goin' in, pockets full of Benjamins
Everybody watchin' him, he ballin' again, damn, Glock 'bove the rim (yeah)
Better put that shit on film (uh), bitch, I got skills, young nigga flexin', no gym
Don't give a fuck how you feel, you know what it is, uh (uh, nigga)
Yeah (yeah), e'rybody cut-throat (cut-throat, yeah)
E'rybody on go mode (e'rybody), whole gang on go-go (go, gang)
Got aim like Rambo (yeah-bah), yeah, big Ks, they jumbo (big ol' K)
Uh, them thangs hold hunchos (yeah-woo, pow-pow-pow-pow), yeah
Back at it again, uh, my new bitch a ten, and she ain't got no friends (my ten bitch)
But she pop her lil' pills (pop), and I crack all these seals, so I cannot trip (uh)
Codeine what I sipped up, ain't shit changed, still keep that thang right here
Up on my hip, yeah, I just beat a case, I got caught ridin' 'round
With them thangs in my whip (my whip), yeah
Uh, nigga, I was sticked up (sticked up)
Yeah, plenty sticks, yup, uh (yeah), they legit, but, uh (legit)
You know how 12 act, hu-huh (how?) when they see us, damn (leggo)
Man, fuck them thangs (fucked up shit)
Uh, yeah, fuck 12, uh, yeah
Fuck jail (yeah-yeah), hold it down, never tell (uh-uh)
If you can make that bail
Pockets swell, God-damn, I been gettin' it, can't you tell?
Hell yeah, I'm a player, still ain't been to Himalayas
Yeah, bitch, I'm from South Memphis, all we know is drugs and killin'
I forgot to mention pimpin', thank God I came out them trenches (on God)
Yeah, it's one hell of a feelin' when you talk pennies to millions (pennies to millions)
Uh, back at it again (back), yeah
I told my niggas, "Quit playin', let's run up the Ms" (yeah-yeah-yeah, stop playin')
Yeah, I hop in some fast, do the dash, I'm gone with the wind (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt), uh
Yeah, I'm rollin' blunts back-to-back in a big Maybach Benz (Maybach Benz)
(Back, in the back of the Maybach)
Uh (yeah), back at it again, yeah
I told my niggas, "Quit playin', let's run up the Ms" (ayy), uh, yeah
I hop in some fast, do the dash, I'm gone with the wind (hop in some fast), yeah
I'm rollin' up blunts back-to-back in a big Maybach Benz, uh-uh (back-to-back)
Uh, back at it again (yeah), yeah
I told my niggas, "Quit playin', let's run up the Ms" (ayy-bruh, quit playin'), uh, yeah
I hop in some fast, do the dash, I'm gone with the wind (skrrt), uh, yeah
I'm rollin' up blunts back-to-back in a big Maybach Benz (yeah), uh-uh, yeah
This money got me in a trance, I'm goin' in, pockets full of Benjamins
Everybody watchin' him, he ballin' again, damn, Glock 'bove the rim (yeah)
Better put that shit on film (uh), bitch, I got skills, young nigga flexin', no gym
Don't give a fuck how you feel, you know what it is, uh (uh, nigga)
Yeah (yeah), e'rybody cut-throat (cut-throat, yeah)
E'rybody on go mode (e'rybody), whole gang on go-go (go, gang)
Got aim like Rambo (yeah-bah), yeah, big Ks, they jumbo (big ol' K)
Uh, them thangs hold hunchos (yeah-woo, pow-pow-pow-pow), yeah
Back at it again, uh, my new bitch a ten, and she ain't got no friends (my ten bitch)
But she pop her lil' pills (pop), and I crack all these seals, so I cannot trip (uh)
Codeine what I sipped up, ain't shit changed, still keep that thang right here
Up on my hip, yeah, I just beat a case, I got caught ridin' 'round
With them thangs in my whip (my whip), yeah
Uh, nigga, I was sticked up (sticked up)
Yeah, plenty sticks, yup, uh (yeah), they legit, but, uh (legit)
You know how 12 act, hu-huh (how?) when they see us, damn (leggo)
Man, fuck them thangs (fucked up shit)
Uh, yeah, fuck 12, uh, yeah
Fuck jail (yeah-yeah), hold it down, never tell (uh-uh)
If you can make that bail
Pockets swell, God-damn, I been gettin' it, can't you tell?
Hell yeah, I'm a player, still ain't been to Himalayas
Yeah, bitch, I'm from South Memphis, all we know is drugs and killin'
I forgot to mention pimpin', thank God I came out them trenches (on God)
Yeah, it's one hell of a feelin' when you talk pennies to millions (pennies to millions)
Uh, back at it again (back), yeah
I told my niggas, "Quit playin', let's run up the Ms" (yeah-yeah-yeah, stop playin')
Yeah, I hop in some fast, do the dash, I'm gone with the wind (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt), uh
Yeah, I'm rollin' blunts back-to-back in a big Maybach Benz (Maybach Benz)
(Back, in the back of the Maybach)
Uh (yeah), back at it again, yeah
I told my niggas, "Quit playin', let's run up the Ms" (ayy), uh, yeah
I hop in some fast, do the dash, I'm gone with the wind (hop in some fast), yeah
I'm rollin' up blunts back-to-back in a big Maybach Benz, uh-uh (back-to-back)
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Writer(s): Adolph Thornton, Krishon Gaines, Markeyvuis Cathey
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