Back Boi

(He acting completely different)

Yeah we back boi

Okay, Jay Shay

She want me hit her line
But I only trip for a dime what you on (What you on)

Yeah the gang know the sign
I don't do shit on time I'm gone (I'm gone)

Y'all be cappin' all day while I got my neck a new stone
Got my Air Max bloody shoes on
Wetty my wrist with that two-tone
Oh no, on the gang you don't want smoke

Back in the city with the gang got me on one
Feeling myself, I'ma do whatever I want
Cutting these fakes out my life, these snakes out my lawn
They put me on 'cause I'm a young don

Yeah we back boi

But it's still R.I.P. juice
Keep the ice on when I step in the booth
Shit gets so hot we be bustin' the roof (Bustin' the roof)

Stop playing though, you gon' make me act up
She hit my line you know I'm already packed up (Packed up)

I'm boolin' I'm bussin' while you talkin shit (While you talking shit)
I'll drop a stack just to cop a fit (Just to cop a fit)

I'm with the gang on my turf (On my turf)
I keep the money strapped on me,
but I think my pockets gon' burst (Gon' burst)
These racks are fat and they blue,
yo they look like if Shaq was a Smurf (Was a Smurf)
Aye and this ain't a race, but I'm still tryna end up in first

Back with the boys and bumpin' Cabbage
Jay Shay, P Fish you know what it is
Been a minute since we linked but we back in biz'
Not a surprise, we made another hit

Got Louie on the shoes and 'Preme on the fit
Driving 'round the city getting all types of lit
Keep the stick on me, but you can't get a hit
Table full of killers so no, you can't sit

Now shoutout to anyone on my team
A lot bigger at the start of 2019
A lot smaller 'cause I told that bitch to leave
A lot tighter 'cause my bros all loyal to me

Now I'm back in the city with the whole crew

Getting bags and we litty like what's new

Can't see me in this fit 'cause it's Off-White

Spitting bars off the dome like Juice WRLD right

Yeah we back boi

But it's still R.I.P. juice
Keep the ice on when I step in the booth
Shit gets so hot we be bustin' the roof (Bustin' the roof)

Stop playing though you gon' make me act up
She hit my line u know I'm already packed up (Packed up)

I'm boolin' I'm bussin' while you talkin shit (While you talking shit)
I'll drop a stack just to cop a fit (Just to cop a fit)

I'm with the gang on my turf (On my turf)
I keep the money strapped on me,
but I think my pockets gon' burst (Gon' burst)
These racks are fat and they blue,
yo they look like if Shaq was a Smurf (Was a Smurf)
Aye and this ain't a race, but I'm still tryna end up in first