BACK IN ft. Why Xander Lyrics

Back in, Back in

King of the jungle, in my habit

I swear I'll be a mess, can't leave the crib without my ratchet

She asked me "If i throw it back Why Xander you gon catch it?"

I'm in and out her life, no hat and rabbit, it's like magic

(I'm back in I'm back in)

Not talking khaki, private school the last time I was slackin

I'm walking on this motherfucking beat, can't call it rapping

You better get this feature for the low, 'fore I blow, better tap in

I call my stick Amazon, the way it bring that fye

Knock 'em down like dominoes in order, one two three four five

10 toes down whenever courts in order, my bros never testify

Never turn my back or hide my tears, cus real gangsters cry

Xander might just shock you, he electrify

Cobo told me tell 'em why

At the time I felt like they ain't know, swear we see eye to eye

Swear I'm tryna pack these shows so much that I can't see the aisle

Swear I'm tryna pack these shows so much, that when they jump it make the earth shake

Xander made an earthquake

Ain't no one hit wonder, but I'll do it on the first take

Leave her on her birthday, she said it was the worst day

Baby don't you worry, like I'm Christ I'm back on the third day

Yeah, Yeah

I was out for a minute but I'm back in

I was out for a minute but I'm back in

I was out for a minute but I'm back in, yeah

I was out for a minute but I'm back in!

Told her come in through the back end

Hit it from the back end, made her hit a back bend

Got these niggas hating on me, cant argue wit a crack heads

Pass to Xan he crack heads, too far gone I'm past meds

But I'm quick to pop a nigga, have him like a damn zit

She like me cause I'm poppin nigga, Me and Melly ain't fit

Just two jits in this bitch, chattin raps lets makin hits

Send a blitz in this bitch, now its RIP under his pic

You just barking like a pit but i'm biting like a rotti

Can't be fuckin wit no thotti, have my bitch go catch a body

Wiping noises getting snotty, then she pop it like an ollie

Or she pop another Molly, they can't box me in like Roddy

I'm too rich for Maserati, no I'm not just anybody

But I'll body anybody, get on beats and and they start dying

On my bullshit like Benny, many men wanna see me dead

Fuck that bullshit you said, many men gon end up dead

Money bags make me sag, swear my belt aint have a chance

Said "what's the chance you'll be a rapper?" Momma wouldn't change her stance

Tripped off acid in the rain and felt the pain like a man

Yea just me and Why Xan, had to go and make a plan

Took a trip to wonderland just to get up in our bag

Now these hoes is on demand but our bitches lookin badder

Make the tires smoke, now the car lookin madder

LOL boy you a joke, we coming back the ops got sadder

Cause we back in

Yea, bitch we back in

Bitch we back in

Bitch we back in