Im Back
Yeah
Go
I'm back on my bull shit
Niggas be talking all that shit
But never get to it
You say you a killa then you gotta go show me
I know sum niggas who really be shooting
Prophet said niggas be wolfing to much
You say you gon hit me but I ain't never been touch
All these Niggas saying I be doing to much
Niggas be saying da most bout trip
Tell em niggas gotta catch up with the chips
You ain't no shooter you is no fighter nigga yeah you still is bitch
3 to 1 niggas lie to the Internet nigga 6ix 9ine type snitch
Y'all still is a bitch tried to make Music don't care what you say
Laughing at you while I'm still Getting paid
Fucked yo bitch you just got played
Knock his dreads off more like give Him a fade
Know yo place fat nigga that where You gon stay
Fat ass niggas tryna be diss me y'all Niggas gay
My rocks ain't fake like a nigga Named trey
If you want a feature then you gotta Go pay
Got these bad bitches they be loving To play
I'm still a young nigga be in the trap
All my niggas got straps and cash
You think be you pushing till we Knock off yo cap
None of my shit be no rap cap
Told that bitch come throw it back Back
Turn all these Niggas into rap snacks
Got my money on stack stacks
Like cj said smoking the zaza then Upping the choppa
She a bad lil bitch keep calling me Papa
With my niggas eating steaks and the Lobster
I'm the king of the jungle call me Mufasa
Fucked her Take her back to the Plaza
If you really be fighting Nigga put em Guns up
I'm young trip still on the come up
Now it's back to the hood type shit
Call up the shooters they killin' yo Clique
Never gang bang but I'm cool with Sum bloods and sum crips
I got some niggas selling some bricks
I got Niggas who be spraying with sticks
Hold on the grip if you shooting then Empty the clip cute lil thing my Choppa got kick and Some nice ass Tits
I ain't stupid lil nigga I got sum Tricks
If you out trapping then sell out the Dope
I know some feins that fein for Crack
And the coke
Cisco more like bitchco Nigga got Wacked Niggas be kids drop yo sacks The mac like Uzi but my money like Shaq
Charge me for murder I murder on the track
Re up the money the drugs and guns
Nigga I'm back this ain't a song it's a Diss track
Hit you to hard in the head gave you Flash backs
Kill all the rats like my name is yak
Go
I'm back on my bull shit
Niggas be talking all that shit
But never get to it
You say you a killa then you gotta go show me
I know sum niggas who really be shooting
Prophet said niggas be wolfing to much
You say you gon hit me but I ain't never been touch
All these Niggas saying I be doing to much
Niggas be saying da most bout trip
Tell em niggas gotta catch up with the chips
You ain't no shooter you is no fighter nigga yeah you still is bitch
3 to 1 niggas lie to the Internet nigga 6ix 9ine type snitch
Y'all still is a bitch tried to make Music don't care what you say
Laughing at you while I'm still Getting paid
Fucked yo bitch you just got played
Knock his dreads off more like give Him a fade
Know yo place fat nigga that where You gon stay
Fat ass niggas tryna be diss me y'all Niggas gay
My rocks ain't fake like a nigga Named trey
If you want a feature then you gotta Go pay
Got these bad bitches they be loving To play
I'm still a young nigga be in the trap
All my niggas got straps and cash
You think be you pushing till we Knock off yo cap
None of my shit be no rap cap
Told that bitch come throw it back Back
Turn all these Niggas into rap snacks
Got my money on stack stacks
Like cj said smoking the zaza then Upping the choppa
She a bad lil bitch keep calling me Papa
With my niggas eating steaks and the Lobster
I'm the king of the jungle call me Mufasa
Fucked her Take her back to the Plaza
If you really be fighting Nigga put em Guns up
I'm young trip still on the come up
Now it's back to the hood type shit
Call up the shooters they killin' yo Clique
Never gang bang but I'm cool with Sum bloods and sum crips
I got some niggas selling some bricks
I got Niggas who be spraying with sticks
Hold on the grip if you shooting then Empty the clip cute lil thing my Choppa got kick and Some nice ass Tits
I ain't stupid lil nigga I got sum Tricks
If you out trapping then sell out the Dope
I know some feins that fein for Crack
And the coke
Cisco more like bitchco Nigga got Wacked Niggas be kids drop yo sacks The mac like Uzi but my money like Shaq
Charge me for murder I murder on the track
Re up the money the drugs and guns
Nigga I'm back this ain't a song it's a Diss track
Hit you to hard in the head gave you Flash backs
Kill all the rats like my name is yak
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Writer(s): Luis Gonzalez
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