Back to Myself
I'm getting back to my self
I'm getting back to my self ughh
Light up the blunt hit pass it
Pass it right back to my self ughh
I'm getting back to my self
I'm getting back to my self
Before I go ask a nigga for help Ima go get the bag by myself ugh
I'm getting back to my self
I'm getting back to my self ugh I'm getting back to my self
I'm getting back to my self ugh
I'm getting back to my self
I'm getting back to my self
Do my dirt by my lonely I don't Need a homie
I can't turn my back on my self Ugh
I'm getting back to my self ugh
I took the bag of the shelf ugh
I can't be trusting these bitches That shit be bad for ya health Ugh
I'm Tryna score 30 a night ugh I'm getting back to my steph ugh I like to shoot with the right huh
But I'm getting back to my left Ughh
Try to creep from the right and Get left
How the fuck you gone breathe Outta breath
Pray my kids get to see what I Left you could the XD or the FN Convicted felon with a weapon Keep it with me like a best friend But he ain't friendly beat ya vest In
You won't even have a chest then It ain't checkers well it's chess Then
Bitch I'm greater and you less Than
I'm back to teaching haters Lessons
Kill these verses with aggression
You better pay up if you owe me I'm all the way up you can't hold Me
Ball twenty four eight like I'm Kobe
I'm bout to go back to the old me
I'm getting back to my self
I'm getting back to my self ughh
Light up the blunt hit pass it
Pass it right back to my self ughh
I'm getting back to my self
I'm getting back to my self
Before I go ask a nigga for help Ima go get the bag by myself ugh
I'm getting back to my self
I'm getting back to my self ugh I'm getting back to my self
I'm getting back to my self ugh
I'm getting back to my self
I'm getting back to my self
Do my dirt by my lonely I don't Need a homie
I can't turn my back on my self Ugh
Nigga I done got back to the old me ugh
I brought more guns
I brought more clips
Nigga what I spent with the plug Shit I could've went bought Another Rollie ugh my young Nigga's shoot like Ginobli ugh
I Point a nigga out they gone fold Bim ugh
Spin a nigga block like ugh
Pop a nigga top like ugh
Nigga hop out with the mop
Like ugh make a nigga drop Better stop like ugh
Pop one shot like ugh
Nine more shots like ugh ugh Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh Man a nigga going back to the Old shit
Tote sticks hit licks Sell dope shit Pop out like jack in the box with A Mac and a glock
I might put that pack on the Block
Hit it with a fork till it lock skrt Skrt skrt in the pot
I ain't gone lie all these hitters Round me man I'm feeling like I'm bullet proof
Feeling like Bo Diddley round This muthafucker
I might go buy a Dickie suit
Bitch I'm Thuggin
Like we back in 05
Bitch I got that look in my eyes Bitch I'm back
I'm getting back to my self
I'm getting back to my self ughh
Light up the blunt hit pass it
Pass it right back to my self ughh
I'm getting back to my self
I'm getting back to my self
Before I go ask a nigga for help Ima go get the bag by myself ugh
I'm getting back to my self
I'm getting back to my self ugh I'm getting back to my self
I'm getting back to my self ugh
I'm getting back to my self
I'm getting back to my self
Do my dirt by my lonely I don't Need a homie
I can't turn my back on my self Ugh
I'm getting back to my self ughh
Light up the blunt hit pass it
Pass it right back to my self ughh
I'm getting back to my self
I'm getting back to my self
Before I go ask a nigga for help Ima go get the bag by myself ugh
I'm getting back to my self
I'm getting back to my self ugh I'm getting back to my self
I'm getting back to my self ugh
I'm getting back to my self
I'm getting back to my self
Do my dirt by my lonely I don't Need a homie
I can't turn my back on my self Ugh
I'm getting back to my self ugh
I took the bag of the shelf ugh
I can't be trusting these bitches That shit be bad for ya health Ugh
I'm Tryna score 30 a night ugh I'm getting back to my steph ugh I like to shoot with the right huh
But I'm getting back to my left Ughh
Try to creep from the right and Get left
How the fuck you gone breathe Outta breath
Pray my kids get to see what I Left you could the XD or the FN Convicted felon with a weapon Keep it with me like a best friend But he ain't friendly beat ya vest In
You won't even have a chest then It ain't checkers well it's chess Then
Bitch I'm greater and you less Than
I'm back to teaching haters Lessons
Kill these verses with aggression
You better pay up if you owe me I'm all the way up you can't hold Me
Ball twenty four eight like I'm Kobe
I'm bout to go back to the old me
I'm getting back to my self
I'm getting back to my self ughh
Light up the blunt hit pass it
Pass it right back to my self ughh
I'm getting back to my self
I'm getting back to my self
Before I go ask a nigga for help Ima go get the bag by myself ugh
I'm getting back to my self
I'm getting back to my self ugh I'm getting back to my self
I'm getting back to my self ugh
I'm getting back to my self
I'm getting back to my self
Do my dirt by my lonely I don't Need a homie
I can't turn my back on my self Ugh
Nigga I done got back to the old me ugh
I brought more guns
I brought more clips
Nigga what I spent with the plug Shit I could've went bought Another Rollie ugh my young Nigga's shoot like Ginobli ugh
I Point a nigga out they gone fold Bim ugh
Spin a nigga block like ugh
Pop a nigga top like ugh
Nigga hop out with the mop
Like ugh make a nigga drop Better stop like ugh
Pop one shot like ugh
Nine more shots like ugh ugh Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh Man a nigga going back to the Old shit
Tote sticks hit licks Sell dope shit Pop out like jack in the box with A Mac and a glock
I might put that pack on the Block
Hit it with a fork till it lock skrt Skrt skrt in the pot
I ain't gone lie all these hitters Round me man I'm feeling like I'm bullet proof
Feeling like Bo Diddley round This muthafucker
I might go buy a Dickie suit
Bitch I'm Thuggin
Like we back in 05
Bitch I got that look in my eyes Bitch I'm back
I'm getting back to my self
I'm getting back to my self ughh
Light up the blunt hit pass it
Pass it right back to my self ughh
I'm getting back to my self
I'm getting back to my self
Before I go ask a nigga for help Ima go get the bag by myself ugh
I'm getting back to my self
I'm getting back to my self ugh I'm getting back to my self
I'm getting back to my self ugh
I'm getting back to my self
I'm getting back to my self
Do my dirt by my lonely I don't Need a homie
I can't turn my back on my self Ugh
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Bunch
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