I’m Back

Uh, uh (Grr)

Fresh out of jail

She want me back, nah, bitch

I'm in my bag (I'm in my bag)

Thought shit was sweet

This ARP five-six had made him crash

(Dxnte, you snapped on this one, come here, come here)

They dropped a diss

We don't say shit

We just get right on ass

(Thanks, Yakree, we right on ass)

Boxed in the whip

Jumped out with switch

His blood all on the glass (Brr)

Fuck with the Pad

Got what you need, lil' bronem kit up fast (Skrrt)

My first day back

Ain't sit and chill

I got out actin' bad (I'm actin' bad)

Fuck from the back

She can't take dick

I knocked out every dash (Come here, come here)

It's time to slide

Reload the Glock

I can't forgеt my mask (Man, where my mask?)

Since whеn we opps? He used to hoop

That's why he got a pass (He got a pass)

Don't call my phone or text my page

If you ain't gon' let me smash (Bitch, let me fuck)

They tried to troll

While I was booked and

That shit made me mad (It made me mad)

Ain't spin the block

She asked me why

'cause that lil' pussy trash (That pussy trash)

We catch a face

Make sure he dead

Bail in and we gon' scratch (Grr, come here)

Them niggas hoes

We took a ghost

And they still ain't get back (They ain't get back)

His mama cryin'

Her son died

It's his fault he got patched (It's his fault)

If they got ups

It is what it is, but, shit

I'm throwin' back (I'm throwin' back)

Locked up in JTDC two months

Got booked for a strap (Booked for a strap)

12 on my ass, this shit ain't real

All fake shit, I just rap (This shit props)

The last nigga that had tried

Like I was a rapper, brains left on his lap (Grr)

She tell me fuck me

Bitch, we done

But steady be callin' back (Callin' back)

Man, why they playin' like we ain't lit?

We been had balled the 'Raq (We balled the 'Raq)

I know I'm him

Ain't gotta tell me

I already know I'm that (I know I'm him)

Every opp that died

We gave a headshot

That's why we call 'em hats (Head tap)

They call my phone talkin' fed shit

I think they some rats (They some rats)

My bitch a ten

But not no Barbie

She more like a brat (My bitch a brat)

I'm droppin' hits and double 'bows

My pockets always fat (I'm dumpin' 'bows)

Asked me who gon' drive

Is that a question?

We just pass wheel to Shaq (Skrrt, skrrt)

Slide out Q50, that bitch hot

Put up, hop in that Track' (In that Track')

A slimy dude'll jump your gate

That's why I call him Splat (A jump your gate)

That wasn't no switch

When buddy died

He got hit by that MAC (That MAC)

He dropped a diss and said my name

That's why his homie wrapped (Ha)

Locked in my cell

Goin' through hell

Thought I wasn't comin' back (Comin' back)

Fresh out of jail

She want me back, nah

Bitch, I'm in my bag (I'm in my bag)

Thought shit was sweet

This ARP five-six had made him crash (Grr)

They dropped a diss

We don't say shit

We just get right on ass (We on they ass)

Boxed in the whip

Jumped out with switch

His blood all on the glass (Grr)

Fuck with the Pad

Got what you need

Lil' bronem kit up fast (Skrrt, skrrt)

My first day back

Ain't sit and chill

I got out actin' bad (I'm actin' bad)

Fuck from the back

She can't take dick

I knocked out every dash (Come here, come here)

It's time to slide

Reload the Glock

I can't forget my mask (Nah)

Since when we opps?

He used to hoop

That's why he got a pass (He got a pass)

Don't call my phone or text my page

If you ain't gon' let me smash (Let me fuck)

They tried to troll

While I was booked

And that shit made me mad (It made me mad)

Grr