Again Lyrics

We still tryna catch niggas, you ain't gon' slide, you can get the fuck out the picture

She callin' me when she horny at four in the mornin', tryna be a slut for a nigga

Hop out the car, I'm ready to walk shit down, tryna go dump at a nigga

I told your OG she could forget to switch, cuz I put the trunk on a nigga

That's the sound when I swing belts her ass

That's the sound when I go pull off ass

I don't really care who hop in the car, cuz only dummies crash

I don't care about who be shootin' the three, cuz I'm a bucket splash

I don't care about who be rappin' that shit, cuz all y'all fuckin' trash

I don't care about which way I gotta do it, I'm gon' make a bag

I don't care about which way I gotta shoot it, I'm gon' blick his ass

Teachin' lil' bro how to shoot this blick, so he gon' try again

While you keep on dissin' on the dead, so they can die again

I'ma keep on poppin' all these meds, I can't get high again

While you keep on dissin' on a nigga, gon' be the dumbest way to die again

Ridin' up in traffic with two niggas, but like four switches

Smokin' in the car with two free colds, and now they both kissin'

Phone him, keep a topper in the bag, just like to go fishin'

A dick in every gun, so when I shoot these bitches, both pissin'

Bounty on your head, so when it's found, you just gon' go missin'

You might find me in the back smokin' the wood and fuckin' four bitches

Bitch, you fine as hell, how the fuck you ain't got no nigga

You probably got exposed up in school, fuckin' four niggas

We still tryna catch niggas, you gon' slide, you gon' get the fuck out the picture

She callin' me when she horny at four in the morning, tryna be a slut for a nigga

Hop out the car, I'm ready to walk shit down, I'm tryna go dump at a nigga

I told your OG she could forget the switch, cause I put the trunk on a nigga

He was tryna jump up off the porch, then got his ass in trouble

I'm done with poppin' cherries, I'm gon' pull up and just bust your bubble

While you tell me pull up to your crib, you just tryna cuddle

While you keep on talkin' bout this love, when I can barely fuck

I fuck her face so much, I fucked around and damn, now ripped out front

I pay 500 for this G-Lock fuck, I look like tryna rumble

You gon' call my nina a pedophile, the way it's tryna touch you

I pop perky pills, a trip line, the way they make me stumble

I told your bitch bring her coochie here, so I make cookie crumble

If we catch a vibe, her pussy good, then I might buy her bundle

When you tryna get her back, sometimes you just gon' have to fumble

Cause when you double back to get a stack, then watch that shit a double

NBH a natural born hustler, got that shit off muscle

Keep on poppin' all these perky pills, right now I'm off a couple

Rest in peace to all my fallen angels, rest in peace to Uncle

Y'all'll never understand a nigga, something like a puzzle