I'm Back
*Come on n*gga
Come on n*gga
My pocket like Oreos n*gga they double stuffed
Cold outside n*gga bubble up
You wanna fight out yo knuckles up
Speed racing in beam n*gga look like knuckles brah
She pulled down my pants and unbuckled the buckle
She slide thru n*gga she ain't talking bout cuddles
These n*ggas funny Chris tucker
I'm hotter than flames I'm burning like usher
I ran it up n*gga just off the hustle
She intrigued with a n*gga like tats and muscle
I got it out dirty and I got it out swampy puddle
She pop a titty she in dirty myrtle
I hang with the guys that started the circle
I want Buscemi with the shoe lock
She look like a slut with a crop top
I chop off the top she give slop top
Won't stop till I'm at the top n*gga
Like Dwayne you know how I rock n*gga
Don't associate with the ops or the cops n*gga
I call you my bro then we locked n*gga
If you step outta line than n*gga get got
Like the things you put on your feet n*gga you can get socked
Im fly like a feather I ain't talking bout peacock
I got it out the soil like a plant pot
Ridin' round with racks in the middle im feeling like Nipsey
Oh she get freaky of liquor
You know she a thottie and you still kissed her
Got 30 body and you still ate her out
I hopped on the back road safer route
Can't wait till me and my n*ggas make it out
Tip the waiter even when I do take out
Tip the waiter even when I do take out
N*gga little n*gga that's just how im living
Every time that I rap gotta talk bout my pendant
Been started it n*gga I ain't talking bout Genesis
Playing with racks im talking bout tennis shit
Walk in the mall then spend some shit
Walk in the mall then spend it on expensive shit
My pocket like Oreos n*gga they double stuffed
Cold outside n*gga bubble up
You wanna fight out yo knuckles up
Speed racing in beam n*gga look like knuckles brah
She pulled down my pants and unbuckled the buckle
She slide thru n*gga she ain't talking bout cuddles
These n*ggas funny Chris tucker
I'm hotter than flames I'm burning like usher
I ran it up n*gga just off the hustle
She intrigued with a n*gga like tats and muscle
I got it out dirty and I got it out swampy puddle
She pop a titty she in dirty myrtle
I hang with the guys that started the circle
I want Buscemi with the shoe lock
She look like a slut with a crop top
I chop off the top she give slop top
Won't stop till I'm at the top n*gga

Come on n*gga
My pocket like Oreos n*gga they double stuffed
Cold outside n*gga bubble up
You wanna fight out yo knuckles up
Speed racing in beam n*gga look like knuckles brah
She pulled down my pants and unbuckled the buckle
She slide thru n*gga she ain't talking bout cuddles
These n*ggas funny Chris tucker
I'm hotter than flames I'm burning like usher
I ran it up n*gga just off the hustle
She intrigued with a n*gga like tats and muscle
I got it out dirty and I got it out swampy puddle
She pop a titty she in dirty myrtle
I hang with the guys that started the circle
I want Buscemi with the shoe lock
She look like a slut with a crop top
I chop off the top she give slop top
Won't stop till I'm at the top n*gga
Like Dwayne you know how I rock n*gga
Don't associate with the ops or the cops n*gga
I call you my bro then we locked n*gga
If you step outta line than n*gga get got
Like the things you put on your feet n*gga you can get socked
Im fly like a feather I ain't talking bout peacock
I got it out the soil like a plant pot
Ridin' round with racks in the middle im feeling like Nipsey
Oh she get freaky of liquor
You know she a thottie and you still kissed her
Got 30 body and you still ate her out
I hopped on the back road safer route
Can't wait till me and my n*ggas make it out
Tip the waiter even when I do take out
Tip the waiter even when I do take out
N*gga little n*gga that's just how im living
Every time that I rap gotta talk bout my pendant
Been started it n*gga I ain't talking bout Genesis
Playing with racks im talking bout tennis shit
Walk in the mall then spend some shit
Walk in the mall then spend it on expensive shit
My pocket like Oreos n*gga they double stuffed
Cold outside n*gga bubble up
You wanna fight out yo knuckles up
Speed racing in beam n*gga look like knuckles brah
She pulled down my pants and unbuckled the buckle
She slide thru n*gga she ain't talking bout cuddles
These n*ggas funny Chris tucker
I'm hotter than flames I'm burning like usher
I ran it up n*gga just off the hustle
She intrigued with a n*gga like tats and muscle
I got it out dirty and I got it out swampy puddle
She pop a titty she in dirty myrtle
I hang with the guys that started the circle
I want Buscemi with the shoe lock
She look like a slut with a crop top
I chop off the top she give slop top
Won't stop till I'm at the top n*gga

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Writer(s): Aric Motton
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