Right Back In

Hey, I'm kinda just called to hear your voice, so I feel kinda dumb, but uh, I miss you

Ay bitch feel dumb I came up and you ain't with me
I just touched down off this flight I'm off the henny
You can tell I'm ballin' I be everywhere there's cities
I just went hard for one month and made sixty

Ahh let's get it crackin
Lookin' like I signed a deal but nah, I'm just snappin
Elevated from my pain I been through all the action
Mama told me not to break the law but it still happened

Wait, I'm really gainin' traction
I'm just tryna chill they had to make this pressure active
They be actin' tough I'm tryna make this play happen
I really calmed down when my income turned passive

I ain't tryna fight I'm tryna smoke in Calabasas
If he want to smoke I swear to God we let him have it
Why you up the score if we need more runners trappin
I'ma let him eat if they successful with the package

Wait, I'm tryna ball out like right now
Big knots in my jeans they feel tight now
Big shots all day with me I'm on a flight now
Big dog in my city I gotta hype now

I be payin' all of my bills with residuals now
Remember when I had no job but I'm livin' now
Every single check I get I can spend it now
This is the exact same Benz but it ain't rented now

Customized a new Grand Coupe it's competition now
Customized that shit brand new it's expensive wow
Really made it out of the hood that shit was gettin' wild
I was nice before I got rich I got a bigger smile

Yeah, I'm cheesin
Ay, I'm eatin' and I know it too

Look bitch I'm goin' right back in the hook can suck it
The way these people treat they kids, I'm disgusted
You ain't thinkin' big for em now they don't do nothin
Why the hell you live like that you got em bummin
I'ma teach my son how to win and keep it comin
Every time I hit this bitch I keep her comin
If it's really bout that smoke they don't want it
On the phone with gang everyday like they my cousins
I ain't goin' back to the courthouse if I'm summoned
We be makin' racks everyday by the dozen

Bitch I'm ballin' out and I know it, I'm a poet
I been reapin' this shit for years, I'ma sow it
I'm sick of spendin' money on weed, I'm bout to grow it
I'm sick of bein' humble this quarter mill, I'ma show it

Nah nah nah let me chill bro
Wish I had my mother she would always cook me meals bro
Remember bein' 19 I was slimy as an eel bro
Wasn't drinkin' shit if it ain't comin' with the seal bro

I been livin' good but I still get up in my feels bro
All that shit I been through I be really gettin' chills bro
Finally made it out now we don't never have to steal bro
All that shit talkin' they gon' think this shit is real bro

We like fuck how you feel bro
Really took a loss before I made my first mill bro
In my first mill, I did that shit without a deal bro
Steppin' hard as hell now I got bruises on my heels bro

Nah they ain't really fuckin' with me
Wait they ain't really fuckin' with me
Aye they ain't really fuckin' with me
Take from one of mine we come together and we jumpin' him
And we comin' hard we 20 deep we bringin' company
I'ma show your dumbass how it feels when it's up with me
We gon' leave his ass in the parking lot by the double tree
We gon' beat his ass and then videotape him strugglin