WESOBACK

[Chorus: StarAmir!]

Uh, gone for minute, we so back, we so back, yeah

I don't sip no Tris', I'm sippin' Act', that's a fact

I was down bad, but now my pockets fat, they so fat, yeah

Now I keep that chopper on me, I can't ever lack, I can't lack, yeah

I don't shop at Saks Fifth, that shit be too wack, yeah

Last year, I was down bad, this year, we so back, yeah

Last nigga tried to talk down, got him packed up

[Verse 1: StarAmir!]

They don't want that smoke, baby, they not 'bout that action

We gon' give an Oscar to him the way that boy be actin'

I swear that ho be talkin' too much, I don't wanna hear that yapping

I don't wanna talk about my feelings, okay

'Member I was down bad, there wasn't nobody there for me

Every time I walk around, they all gon' stop and stare

Whеn I was down, they didn't care, so now I'm on my own, yeah

Bang if hе mess around, he know that we grown, yeah

You better watch your tone, yeah

Everything you're searchin' for like I was Google Chrome, yeah

Nowadays, I step out with Chrome Hearts, this ain't Dior, yeah

They say that they want it bad, bitch, I want it more than them

Well, any time you press [?] scorin' it

Good drank, I be pourin' it

Hit her up after midnight, I kick her out right by the mornin'

Hop in the Bentley, hit the gas and now I'm soarin', yeah

Now she hit my phone at 2 a.m., bitch, I'm ignorin' it (Uh-uh-uh, oh my God)

[Chorus: StarAmir!]

Uh, gone for minute, we so back, we so back, yeah

I don't sip no Tris', I'm sippin' Act', that's a fact

I was down bad, but now my pockets fat, they so fat, yeah

Now I keep that chopper on me, I can't ever lack, I can't lack, yeah

I don't shop at Saks Fifth, that shit be too wack, yeah

Last year, I was down bad, this year, we so back, yeah

Last nigga tried to talk down, got him packed up

[Verse 2: trendxxetta]

I'm too locked in, she see I'm in my bag now, yeah

Boy, watch how you talk, I'm quick to flash out, yeah (Brrt, blatt)

Model hoes on me, they got they ass out, yeah

Took too many hits, I'm damn-near passed out, yeah (Slatt, slatt)

Damn, my ho too bad, I damn-near cashed out, check

'Rari coupe too fast, I damn-near crashed out

Bitch, we do bad business, hell no, no handouts

I heard your mans dissed you, boy, where your mans now?

First date, she's blowin' kisses, next thing, her pants down (Woo)

I'm-I'm just tryna keep it one hundred, now, you mad now (Slatt)

Shit I rock so abundant, I got swag down (Yeah)

Got-got-got that new V12 jumpin', ain't tryna brag now, slatt (Skrrt-skrrt)