Back Again (Rich Flex)

(ICKY ICKY)
Back again who want some?
I'm spinning off that weed cuz

I just got me some clean cuts
No dentist, she a cheap hoe

I clean her with my deep throat
God Almighty, homie, ease up

I'm killing shit all in the booth
I'm on fire, cave the roof

Kids find lighters in the crack
Smoke up papers we was whack

Momma would've beat that ass
Found out we was skipping class

Noticed we was failing bad
Don't worry I'm getting us out

Shoot point blank, ooh in the brain
What you talking bout you insane

"Can you go off in the day?"
In the night time I'm awake
I'm aware, I see you stare
You want diamonds?

Oh I bet, go head snatch em off my neck
Y'all seem tough until we wreck

You outside you on the floor
In front bitches man you know

I'm a big stepper
Oh no, kit stretcher

I'm on the top, I promise you wont see me get jealous
Images get cropped and burned
Memories of who I was

The people get shook then they turn
All I had to do was learn
The different parts up on my gun
Hold it up and let it burn

Hopefully I hit yo bitch
Right up in her fucking hip

Stroll off then I take a sip
Throw up, I can't take the stench

Oh, man it's just yo hoe
Her head already decomposed

Hoe-ish ass
Hold on nigga let me talk
For you niggas get the chalk

If you snitch, you get to walk
That don't mean I'm not gone stalk

Watch you like a fucking hawk
But I'm the canary
It never vary
Caught up on ladies

Won't ever marry?
Won't ever marry
Won't ever marry

Made it out the fucking worse
Saw my homies in that hearse
High off life, can't fuck the earth
This my shit bitch this my turf

Bitches got some fucking nerve
Talk to me like I won't curve
I'm that motherfucka mane
Put that dumb bitch in to shame



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Writer(s): Isaac Barber
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