Back and Better
Yessir I'm back and I'm better
If we talking about bands I got hell of them
But fuck with a broke bitch no I could never
I be digging all in her I'm pinning her down I'm lookin like I was a wrestler
And you know we been havin' it
And we been draggin' we might spin ya block in a Tesla
I don't do me no frontin' I need all my money I'm feelin like I'm a collector
I be chasin the bag I'm a catcher
She ate me up but I really just met her
I be doin her dirty she callin me bad I think that I need me a leather
But I don't even know what to tell her cause my heart cold I need me a Sweater
Yea you got it but you know my bread different
Wasn't easy yea I didn't just luck up
I don't want it I can't get the head with it
Just believe me I really don't love her
And I'm runnin it up with my brothers
We come from the bottom we come from the gutter
I be lettin em hate I'm like fuck em
I got chains on me I don't tuck em
I got bitches on me I don't want em
I got hunnits on me I'm a hunnit
And I'm looking for smoke like who want it
Shit you did we done already done it
Shit you did we done already did it
With this money I swear I'm committed
And you know I can't slip on my pimpin
All these racks on me got me limpin
Got me limpin
Handle your business
And I don't need you all in my mentions
Yes I'm good I'm still in the trenches
In the hood was jumping them fences
Now I'm spendin a rack on my tennis
I was way in the back now I'm winning
I need 34 up on my pendant
If we talking about bands I got hell of them
But fuck with a broke bitch no I could never
I be digging all in her I'm pinning her down I'm lookin like I was a wrestler
And you know we been havin' it
And we been draggin' we might spin ya block in a Tesla
I don't do me no frontin' I need all my money I'm feelin like I'm a collector
I be chasin the bag I'm a catcher
She ate me up but I really just met her
I be doin her dirty she callin me bad I think that I need me a leather
But I don't even know what to tell her cause my heart cold I need me a Sweater
Yea you got it but you know my bread different
Wasn't easy yea I didn't just luck up
I don't want it I can't get the head with it
Just believe me I really don't love her
And I'm runnin it up with my brothers
We come from the bottom we come from the gutter
I be lettin em hate I'm like fuck em
I got chains on me I don't tuck em
I got bitches on me I don't want em
I got hunnits on me I'm a hunnit
And I'm looking for smoke like who want it
Shit you did we done already done it
Shit you did we done already did it
With this money I swear I'm committed
And you know I can't slip on my pimpin
All these racks on me got me limpin
Got me limpin
Handle your business
And I don't need you all in my mentions
Yes I'm good I'm still in the trenches
In the hood was jumping them fences
Now I'm spendin a rack on my tennis
I was way in the back now I'm winning
I need 34 up on my pendant
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Writer(s): Anthony Thomas
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