I'm Back

Fuck a flock bitch in a proclub
Fuck you say bitch imma show a hoe no love
I need pussy weed and drank for the hocus
And we don't never ever speak about locust

Rip a nigga arm off then throw him in the casket
Don't ever check the price I just throw it in the basket
Niggas steady weird they using bitch tactic
Wackass rap games got me in war status

Bunch of cornballs and pump fakers dry capping
Real slimey maneuver but a nigga still dapped em
Niggas mad all I do is is give em captions
Jeepers imma have the creatures go and wack em
Dumb weirdo bitches yeah imma have to smack em
Yeah I heard your songs bro imma have to trash em
Been a month since I started and I'm still gassing
I just heard a bunch of jankies and buttercups with bad acting
Up a strap then I'm finna have to mack em
Murder? Dawg that ain't even happen
Niggas quick to get to scrapping
Janky opps smoke em like a cig then I ash em
You know I'm quick to get to action
Yeah I dived down off the back end
Tell em the streets are mine and I'm finna have to tax em
And I just shit talk it's fuck any nigga rapping



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Writer(s): Owen Carlson
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