Back In The Booth Lyrics

Jordan's on my feet, bitch I don't rock no sketchers

She acting like a dog, a nigga had to gone pet her

She pop a pill before we fuck, that get the grips wetter

My heart cold, this can't get warm up from no sweater

I tryna bubble and shit

Play with me, I tryna beat your ass on some royal rumble shit

Shawty be scared for me, she see I into thugging and shit

Tell folks pass the switch inside the whip when it's time for a hit

I tryna trap this bitch out, bitch we get the gas for the low

Give me a shot in the split second and I finna blow

He so pussy but he claiming he want all the smoke

Put the heater to he face, give him a sun tan

Black forces on, just in case I gotta run down

Bitch I is a king, they need to get my crown

This glizzy a freak, she touching these niggas all over

Put a dick up on that shit, that's a Juwanna blower

Cocaine white tee, I bring the snow up in October

I high all 24 hours, bitch I am not sober

If I mix it up, I throwing some wock in with the tris

Pop a pill, now I bussing whole time in the sitch

Show me how to whip it, I'll be using my wrist in the kitchen

It's plenty jokes until one of y'all bitch ass go missing

Them niggas capping in them songs, ain't doing no beefing

Young bag chaser, I wearing True Religion socks inside my house shoes

Don't try to violate me, bitch I get some loose screws

They get me fucked up, speaking on the gang when you know you never touched us

In the cut like peroxide, this bitch gon' do a sizzle

I ain't no burger spot but she tryna get to my pickle

Ain't no cap inside my rap, not even a little fiction

But y'all gon' say whatever so I ain't even tripping

Nah I ain't even tripping

I ain't tripping

Back in the booth, y'all know how it go

Gang