Back Again
Duh duh duh duh
Duh duh duh duh
Duh duh duh duh
Pow pow pow gltt gltt
Bitch you know that I'm back again
No games get money stuff the stash in the mattresses
Know my niggas stay packing shit
Broad day late nights
Stuff the body in the bag again
Now we gotta go
Niggas ain't gon run up for shit
Unless I say so
He tried to run up he got done up
Next time you better lay low
We up and knock meat out his taco
Nigga Watch me woo walk like I'm fivio
Niggas hungry they clap shit from dominos
Know I can't cuff a bitch man I'm fanito
Yo stop all the bullshit
Nigga move cautious
If you ain't gang then you gatta go
We came for the money
No this is not funny
We leaving ya crib like you passed out
Ya girl is a dummy
Ya niggas is bummy
Like my brothers keeper of what crowd
I was lit in the schools
I fucked with the teaches
Man you know I was even the class clown
So wen I got in my bag
Started chasing the money
They know it wasn't me they won't pat me down
Got threw a week with the chop in my backpack
Like where the stash at
Fuck up the bell sound
Pussy
Fuck is you talking bout
Yea
Run up inside yo house
Nigga
You better watch yo mouth
Back Again
Yea you know that I'm back again
No games getting money
Stuff the stash in the mattresses
Know my niggas stay packin shit
Broad day late nights
Stuff da body in the bag again
Now we gotta go
Niggas ain't gon run for shit unless I say so
He tried to run up he got done up
Next time you better lay low
Duh duh duh duh
Duh duh duh duh
Pow pow pow gltt gltt
Bitch you know that I'm back again
No games get money stuff the stash in the mattresses
Know my niggas stay packing shit
Broad day late nights
Stuff the body in the bag again
Now we gotta go
Niggas ain't gon run up for shit
Unless I say so
He tried to run up he got done up
Next time you better lay low
We up and knock meat out his taco
Nigga Watch me woo walk like I'm fivio
Niggas hungry they clap shit from dominos
Know I can't cuff a bitch man I'm fanito
Yo stop all the bullshit
Nigga move cautious
If you ain't gang then you gatta go
We came for the money
No this is not funny
We leaving ya crib like you passed out
Ya girl is a dummy
Ya niggas is bummy
Like my brothers keeper of what crowd
I was lit in the schools
I fucked with the teaches
Man you know I was even the class clown
So wen I got in my bag
Started chasing the money
They know it wasn't me they won't pat me down
Got threw a week with the chop in my backpack
Like where the stash at
Fuck up the bell sound
Pussy
Fuck is you talking bout
Yea
Run up inside yo house
Nigga
You better watch yo mouth
Back Again
Yea you know that I'm back again
No games getting money
Stuff the stash in the mattresses
Know my niggas stay packin shit
Broad day late nights
Stuff da body in the bag again
Now we gotta go
Niggas ain't gon run for shit unless I say so
He tried to run up he got done up
Next time you better lay low
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Writer(s): Clayton Maximus Cotto
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