At It Again

Mm, mm (brr)
Do the thing (do the thing, ay)
Brr (brr)
Get up, brr

I'm out on bail, I let them crocs catch me, won't happen again
And I was taught to get the last lick, I gotta get revenge
Count a brick up in the bed while this hoe rubbin' on my skin
'Bout that dough, we get it in, just the front gleamin', Benjamin
In the ocean on the jet ski, who thought I would level in?
Been with my Draco so long, think we startin' to look like twins
Bumpers scream, lot of retusin' in the back of our new van
Two, two, three called him up in his hand, he tried to jump the fence

I'ma run from my AP before I go and pay the script
He out on bail then right back, scrapped up with a stone, he newly offend
Know I'm livin' what I'm rappin' 'bout, they saw I can't pretend
Thousand dollar Glock upon my hip, don't need to say what gen
Shoot the spray when I say, "Smear", they gon' shoot 'til I say, "Stop"
Put yo' low homie to sleep, you musta heard we got it wrong
I'm still mad them bitches leaked all of my songs when I got lost
I just hopped up off a PJ and went straight back to the block

In the early morn', in PJ, they lead me on with a Glock
Catch a victim in the club, we take his pockets and his watch
Crazy how none of my niggas die when they was on my watch
The night my nigga Neil got locked, my day one turned into a cop
Niggas playin', we get them shot, I told the child where the bomb start
Whenever I come through the door, I bet they go make sure it's locked
Very nervous in those shots, it's true you ain't one of my army
I ain't never pass you to the crew, you ain't one of my thot

Drippin' in the lady fast, so she gon' fuck up what I'm layin'
Laughin' at the industry, they fucked around and let us in
All these niggas savin' hoes need to team up with Clark Kent
She said, "I'll give you head while you drive as long as you got ten..."

I'm out on bail, I let them crocs catch me, won't happen again
And I was taught to get the last lick, I gotta get revenge
Count a brick up in the bed while this hoe rubbin' on my skin
'Bout that dough, we get it in, just the front gleamin', Benjamin
In the ocean on the jet ski, who thought I would level in?
Been with my Draco so long, I think we startin' to look like twins
Bumpers scream, lot of retusin' in the back of our new van
Two, two, three called him up in his hand, he tried to jump the fence

No two, two, three called him up in his hand, he tried to jump the fence
I'ma run from my AP before I go and pay the script
Thousand dollar Glock upon my hip, don't need to say what gen (brr)



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Writer(s): Lontrell D. Williams
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