BACK 2 THE CITY ft. Velcroes Lyrics

Yeah Yeah

Look like I robbed the bank

Huh, yeah, yeah

Yeah yeah

My pockets full as shit it look like just robbed the bank

Bitch I go do what I want

Everything these niggas can't

I got this shit from the mud

No I'm not talking bout drank

Don't give a fuck what you think

Run up on my I might blank

Run up on me I'm a

Run up on me I'm a air it out

Fuck nigga you better watch your mouth

Fuck on that bitch that you care about

Why the fuck would I go talk it out

We ain't got nothing to talk about

Take off a limb, take off a snout

Making her scream, making her shout yea

These niggas not what they bout

Take ya lil bitch I pull out my dick then I put my kids in her mouth

Feel like I'm Carti I'm kicking and screaming I might just go jump out the house

I'm out in London you pull up get stabbed my niggas they ready to joust

Die for the money I'm taking the risk my nigga you in or you out?

HL on my back, to be exact I'm really drippin

Red beam on my strap I light this bitch up like it's Christmas

Velcro stuck to hunnids, boy I can't do no division

They just riding waves and sucking dick it got me sickened

I feel just like I'm D. Wade

How I just stay on my pivot

Niggas be laughing and broke

Really I just do not get it

All of my bitches sadity

I bought my bitch some new titties

I made her eat me for lunch

Then sent her back two the city

I took her back two the city

Tight ass jeans ain't fitting

Bad ass bitch like Jeni

Got her doing my bidding

I'm the goat no kidding

I ain't gotta say shit twice

Fuck up once that's good riddance, yea