Guess Who's Bak!!! (feat. Xane OTB)

I ain't with that talking shit, show me where that bag at
All my niggas shooters we gon' turn this bitch to Mad Max
Pull up game retarded catch me where your mom and Dad at
Have the block in yellow tape and niggas rocking hazmats
You know why we in this bitch, you ain't gotta ask that
If you tryna see tomorrow show me where the cash at
Get you put inside a box and you ain't tryna have that
Ain't no need to pitch a fit or you'll be with the last cat
Wrapped inside a plastic bag and smelling like some ass crack
Washed up in the river in the city where the fiends go
Have you fertilizing while I'm coughing off the weed smoke
I just popped a zan plus I'm sick and need dope
Bars are like a martian on some please just let me breath ho
Shawty started gagging when I showed her how to deepthroat
Told her take it all and don't be worried 'bout the peephole
All my niggas strapped and they gon' wait until we leave ho
They gon show they loyalty regardless of the circumstance
Better tell that nigga watch his mouth or we gon' murk his ass
Niggas lurking and they running up on anything
We don't do this shit for nothing we do it to conceal the pain
Just a product of my mama and the city blocks
Breaking down a zip into nothing but some fifty rocks
Bitches love me cuz they love the way I diddy bop
Im really hot you niggas is really twat
I be down in little Italy doing diddly squat, woah
I beg your pardon I'm Harden when on my two step
Too def nigga pump that fluid in your brake line
I'm sorry God but niggas who wanna take mine
Will get they body mangled and twisted inside of tape lines
That's what you get for listening to the grapevine
I'm taking home your bitch and fucking her to the bassline
I been the illest and niggas you ain't on the level he
Cleverly, smashes these puppies get on my pedigree
Steadily, homie be thinking that he ahead of me
Until he getting knocked off youngin done tore his block off
Stuck in that hot sauce niggas be gettin edgy
That forty giving niggas a wedgie right where they head be
You smoking reggie, we smoking loud
But that drum is for the war you said that you ready for
That nigga said he raw now he naked and in awe
Cuz we done kicked down his door and put his face in the floor
And made him open up the safe so we could make a withdraw
That nigga swore he was hard and now he praying to God, lets Go!

Yeah, you know who the fuck it is nigga!
CTG, 2021... Lets Get it



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Writer(s): Robert Woods
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