Back In
Aye cut off the fuckin' autotune nigga
I'm comin' different on this mothafucka'
Aye, Sauce Gang, YBF Shit, you know the fuckin' vibes nigga
You know how we comin'
Every song that I'm doin, it slap slap slap
Fuck wit' my Crips and my Slatts Slatts Slatts
Back In this bitch
All my niggas is killers, I promise they won't ever snitch
We gettin' rich
Made that lil nigga shut up
That nigga talk too much shit
He really a lick
Nigga ain't wit' the shit
Say he trappin' since he was like 6
That nigga a bitch
I be fuckin' wit' hittas
I promise them niggas don't miss
My Glock got a dick
If you really got it why you gotta flex?
My niggas ballin' and still 'bout a check
Got so many shots, this extendo a rec
Too many bitches, they for my niggas
Y'all niggas trappin', I'm in a sprinter
I'm doing shows bitch, I ain't no beginner
Pray when I can, but I know I'm a sinner
I make a call and my niggas on go
Don't play wit' these niggas, can't fuck wit' no hoe
Number One Rule, act like you broke
Say fuck it and go get a bag on the low
Ice on my neck, after I fuck a bitch, she be sayin' she cold
I said "baby you know I'm on froze"
"That's the reason I keep me a pole"
"You didn't know"
Back in this bitch
All my niggas is killers, I promise they won't ever snitch
We gettin' rich
Made that lil nigga shut up
That nigga talk too much shit
He really a lick
Nigga ain't wit' the shit
Say he trappin' since he was like 6
That nigga a bitch
I be fuckin wit' hittas, I promise them niggas don't miss
My Glock got a dick
I got hoes to the right and the left of me
Got too many I need a vasectomy
Got my wrist in the pot wit' no recipe
Nigga hatin', his bitch prolly slept wit' me
If you broke then, lil nigga, don't sit wit' me
20 Bitches they all wanna get wit' me
Talkin' shit but yo hoe want a pic wit' me
Fell in love wit' a bitch and I'm fuckin' two
Got yo hoe on my dick, what you wanna do?
If I tell em to slide then they comin' through
YBF been the family, they comin' too
And I ain't tryna sit here, I wanna move
That's the reason I'm finna drop outta school
Niggas pocket watchin', so I keep a tool
On yo couch and I smell like yo hoe perfume
Back in this bitch
All my niggas is killers, I promise they won't ever snitch
We gettin rich
Made that lil nigga shut up, that nigga talk too much shit
He really a lick
Nigga ain't wit' the shit, say he trappin' since he was like 6
That nigga a bitch
I be fuckin' wit' hittas, I promise them niggas don't miss
My Glock got a dick
I'm comin' different on this mothafucka'
Aye, Sauce Gang, YBF Shit, you know the fuckin' vibes nigga
You know how we comin'
Every song that I'm doin, it slap slap slap
Fuck wit' my Crips and my Slatts Slatts Slatts
Back In this bitch
All my niggas is killers, I promise they won't ever snitch
We gettin' rich
Made that lil nigga shut up
That nigga talk too much shit
He really a lick
Nigga ain't wit' the shit
Say he trappin' since he was like 6
That nigga a bitch
I be fuckin' wit' hittas
I promise them niggas don't miss
My Glock got a dick
If you really got it why you gotta flex?
My niggas ballin' and still 'bout a check
Got so many shots, this extendo a rec
Too many bitches, they for my niggas
Y'all niggas trappin', I'm in a sprinter
I'm doing shows bitch, I ain't no beginner
Pray when I can, but I know I'm a sinner
I make a call and my niggas on go
Don't play wit' these niggas, can't fuck wit' no hoe
Number One Rule, act like you broke
Say fuck it and go get a bag on the low
Ice on my neck, after I fuck a bitch, she be sayin' she cold
I said "baby you know I'm on froze"
"That's the reason I keep me a pole"
"You didn't know"
Back in this bitch
All my niggas is killers, I promise they won't ever snitch
We gettin' rich
Made that lil nigga shut up
That nigga talk too much shit
He really a lick
Nigga ain't wit' the shit
Say he trappin' since he was like 6
That nigga a bitch
I be fuckin wit' hittas, I promise them niggas don't miss
My Glock got a dick
I got hoes to the right and the left of me
Got too many I need a vasectomy
Got my wrist in the pot wit' no recipe
Nigga hatin', his bitch prolly slept wit' me
If you broke then, lil nigga, don't sit wit' me
20 Bitches they all wanna get wit' me
Talkin' shit but yo hoe want a pic wit' me
Fell in love wit' a bitch and I'm fuckin' two
Got yo hoe on my dick, what you wanna do?
If I tell em to slide then they comin' through
YBF been the family, they comin' too
And I ain't tryna sit here, I wanna move
That's the reason I'm finna drop outta school
Niggas pocket watchin', so I keep a tool
On yo couch and I smell like yo hoe perfume
Back in this bitch
All my niggas is killers, I promise they won't ever snitch
We gettin rich
Made that lil nigga shut up, that nigga talk too much shit
He really a lick
Nigga ain't wit' the shit, say he trappin' since he was like 6
That nigga a bitch
I be fuckin' wit' hittas, I promise them niggas don't miss
My Glock got a dick
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