Back On My Shit
Had to fall back
From that lil bitty bih
Greatness come wit preparation
And I'm back on my shit
Back on my shit
Back on my shit
Back on my shit
Back on my shit
Ain't no more kickin' it
At my homie crib
I had to fall back
From all my partners
And get back on my grizz
I'm back on my shit
On my shit
Back on my shit
On my shit
Gotta keep shit 10 times 10
Any otha way don't make sense
Don't have no niggas at da crib
I'm only one paying rent
Lil bitch must got me bent
Ion even talk like dis
She done got me out my zone
Yea I'm all out my element
And half yo friends
Say I'm over protective
But they don't have no man
Can't trust wat they sayin'
Had da door locked
So I kicked it in
Dat prank shit
Ah get ah nigga killed
I'ma real street nigga for real
Don't play bout a chic dat I feel
Gotta it on my own
Shawty bad to da bone
Don't do a nigga wrong
Cus I'll take yo dome
I ain't finna go
Thru my chic phone
Did it once
She was texting Tyrone
Had to kick her out my home
Dirty bitch I shoulda known
Had to fall back
From that lil bitty bih
Greatness come wit preparation
And I'm back on my shit
Back on my shit
Back on my shit
Back on my shit
Back on my shit
Ain't no more kickin' it
At my homie crib
I had to fall back
From all my partners
And get back on my grizz
I'm back on my shit
On my shit
Back on my shit
On my shit
From that lil bitty bih
Greatness come wit preparation
And I'm back on my shit
Back on my shit
Back on my shit
Back on my shit
Back on my shit
Ain't no more kickin' it
At my homie crib
I had to fall back
From all my partners
And get back on my grizz
I'm back on my shit
On my shit
Back on my shit
On my shit
Gotta keep shit 10 times 10
Any otha way don't make sense
Don't have no niggas at da crib
I'm only one paying rent
Lil bitch must got me bent
Ion even talk like dis
She done got me out my zone
Yea I'm all out my element
And half yo friends
Say I'm over protective
But they don't have no man
Can't trust wat they sayin'
Had da door locked
So I kicked it in
Dat prank shit
Ah get ah nigga killed
I'ma real street nigga for real
Don't play bout a chic dat I feel
Gotta it on my own
Shawty bad to da bone
Don't do a nigga wrong
Cus I'll take yo dome
I ain't finna go
Thru my chic phone
Did it once
She was texting Tyrone
Had to kick her out my home
Dirty bitch I shoulda known
Had to fall back
From that lil bitty bih
Greatness come wit preparation
And I'm back on my shit
Back on my shit
Back on my shit
Back on my shit
Back on my shit
Ain't no more kickin' it
At my homie crib
I had to fall back
From all my partners
And get back on my grizz
I'm back on my shit
On my shit
Back on my shit
On my shit
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Writer(s): Christopher Miller
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