We Back In This

Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
We back in this bitch and I gotta be making the money
We stacking this shit getting rich
And I ain't gonna let this shit slide
I'm gonna pull up with my homies we gon' take out that bitch
I'm not gonna fuck with no rats
Not gonna fuck with no bitches that just gonna snitch
(Aye, aye, aye, yeah, aye, aye, yeah, aye, aye)
Get out the way!
I got the stick on me oh wait
I gotta try to get this shit right
I feel the weight on my shoulders oh wait
I gotta do this shit like okay
I'm never living my life afraid
Told that bitch she gotta get out the way

And I gotta try to live my life
That bitch so bad she gonna give me head
She move to fast I think we gonna crash
She got her cheesers all up on my dash
Uh, get the fuck out the

We back in this bitch and I gotta be making the money
We stacking this shit getting rich
And I ain't gonna let this shit slide
I'm gonna pull up with my homies we gon' take out that bitch
I'm not gonna fuck with no rats
Not gonna fuck with no bitches that just gonna snitch
(Aye, aye, aye, yeah, aye, aye, yeah, aye, aye)
Get out the way!
I got the stick on me oh wait
I gotta try to get this shit right
I feel the weight on my shoulders oh wait
I gotta do this shit like okay
I'm never living my life afraid
Told that bitch she gotta get out the way

Boom, boom, boom, boom, uh
Hop in the Bentley Coupe we
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
Oh, your bitch she
Doomed, doomed, doomed, doomed
Take her to my room
She get slain, slain
Now me and my brothers we slang
I don't pull up without my gang
I had to do this shit while I was in chains
Me and my brothers we don't play games
And I'm flying too high, I'm a bird, bird
Don't fuck around with my word, word
Me and my brothers we putting in work
Don't fuck around with the search
Imma leave you in the lurch
Send your ass back to hell
Put you in that church

We back in this bitch and I gotta be making the money
We stacking this shit getting rich
And I ain't gonna let this shit slide
I'm gonna pull up with my homies we gon' take out that bitch
I'm not gonna fuck with no rats
Not gonna fuck with no bitches that just gonna snitch
(Aye, aye, aye, yeah, aye, aye, yeah, aye, aye)
Get out the way!
I got the stick on me oh wait
I gotta try to get this shit right
I feel the weight on my shoulders oh wait
I gotta do this shit like okay
I'm never living my life afraid
Told that bitch she gotta get out the way

Okay, okay
Bih, I said okay, okay, okay
Bih, I said okay

My boys we passing you that we
(Swerve, swerve)
Yeah we had to make the money make that
(Loot-loot, loot-loot, loot-loot)
Yeah, you know I'm killing it on every track
I told that bitch
Bitch, I'm okay I ain't coming back
(Okay, okay)
(Back, back, back, back)



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Writer(s): Dylan Owen
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