Back Again
Take one
Aye
I'm back on they ass, I done got mad, I'm in that mode again
Niggas hate to see when I be up like I ain't supposed to win
Vacuum seal the plastic, in a package, shit gon' go for ten
Known to make it happen, you want action, let me coach ya' then
Picasso with a stick, I paint a picture, I can show you some'n
Zero mileage on this new bitch that I got, I know what's up
Pockets got the mumps, Professor Clumps, the way I'm blowin' up
Call up KZA, tell that nigga shoot this bitch, he showin' up
I got two titties on this AR, put them bitches in your face
Unload the chopper, know I knocked em', shootin' shit like an arcade
Ain't no hot boxin', you want smoke the chopper blow it in your face
This shit too easy for me, you don't believe it ask that nigga Zae
My chopper kick karate, I swap the Rollie for Cartier
Baguettes on me dancin', I break the bank at least four times a day
Blew like 60K on Cartier, so you know my pockets double stuffed
My pockets fat as fuck, like some pizza crust
Aye mane, aye this here, this here for all the real niggas mane
All the niggas solid mane, you hear me
So put your bottles in the air mane, we gon' toast it up to us
Fashitsho
My shooter shoot shooters, nigga I got a movie crew
Watch the news, he took a power nap, bitch I hit the snooze
I'm from round the way, but he spendin' money, that bitch my woot da woot,
I got a brown bitch & she speak Russian whenever that trigger move
Aye
I'm back on they ass, I done got mad, I'm in that mode again
Niggas hate to see when I be up like I ain't supposed to win
Vacuum seal the plastic, in a package, shit gon' go for ten
Known to make it happen, you want action, let me coach ya' then
Picasso with a stick, I paint a picture, I can show you some'n
Zero mileage on this new bitch that I got, I know what's up
Pockets got the mumps, Professor Clumps, the way I'm blowin' up
Call up KZA, tell that nigga shoot this bitch, he showin' up
I got two titties on this AR, put them bitches in your face
Unload the chopper, know I knocked em', shootin' shit like an arcade
Ain't no hot boxin', you want smoke the chopper blow it in your face
This shit too easy for me, you don't believe it ask that nigga Zae
My chopper kick karate, I swap the Rollie for Cartier
Baguettes on me dancin', I break the bank at least four times a day
Blew like 60K on Cartier, so you know my pockets double stuffed
My pockets fat as fuck, like some pizza crust
Aye mane, aye this here, this here for all the real niggas mane
All the niggas solid mane, you hear me
So put your bottles in the air mane, we gon' toast it up to us
Fashitsho
My shooter shoot shooters, nigga I got a movie crew
Watch the news, he took a power nap, bitch I hit the snooze
I'm from round the way, but he spendin' money, that bitch my woot da woot,
I got a brown bitch & she speak Russian whenever that trigger move
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Writer(s): Justin Friday
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