Back At It Again Lyrics

(This sounds amazing)

It's BB

Where dem dollars at?

Where dem dollars at?

Back at it again

Reverse the Maybach in

Bring some ones out to spend (yeah)

Her baby daddy lying again (loser)

I got my bundles in da wind

He down ready to spin

We fucked twice never again (ugh ugh)

Roll up

Put it in da air

Two of them

Double Dose twins

Two sheets in the wind

This p should be a sin

Hideaway for the friends

Mental off the deep end

Can't box me in

Make a sequel

I'm the prequel

This forever again and again

Laced down in some trims (trims)

Broke hoes never spend (spend)

Catch a flight for the ends (ends)

Golden tan for da win

He fucked up

I cut him off

Now I'm fucking on his friend

Payback this revenge

Money tall it don't bend

You put on for pretend

Pop a perk he a eater

I love him but I don't need him

Can't hear you over da speaker

You (you) talk to much you a reacher

Chalked his ass he a bleeder

My tits sit up in this beater

I'm really her with no features

I take my shits in private

But for the world I won't hide it

Pipe him up he excited

Ride the dick ignite it (cowgirl)

Ass so fat he wants to bite it

Let him cum inside it

A feen so he overnight it

On your top

I give him top

Pussy like a candy shop

I like my nigga four pockets full big ol' knots

Play bout me

F N go dummy (Brraa)

Dem boys be pon your head

Leave you so crummy

Ughhhh

This how I give it up

In the AM

I'll have a Bentley truck

Back at it again

Reverse the Maybach in

Bring some ones out to spend

Her baby daddy lying again

I got my bundles in da wind

He down ready to spin

We fucked twice never again

Roll up

Put it in da air

Two of them

Double Dose twins

Two sheets in the wind

This p should be a sin

Hideaway for the friends

Mental off the deep end

Can't box me in

Make a sequel

I'm the prequel

This forever again and again

I give three f's

Fennesin fresh out of prison

Free Thug out da system

Fuck shit raise my temper

Mushrooms and some swishas

Need no less than eight figures

Bodied true gang (yeah) member

Jalapeño pepper

Broke boys don't matter

Dinner served gold platters

Beat it up with his hammer

I want two lamb chops

One on my plate

One a manor

Piss me off I lose manners

Where da fuck are da scammers?

You da bait we da trappers

Ran his mouth he a hazard

Scoliosis leave em backwards

Fish fillet he a platter

Double barrel leave um staggered

Mmmmm okay okay

K from the K

Graduated to new heights

Niggas trynna earn stripes

Man I love da bright lights

Benz all white

Overseas taking flights

balcony hit from da bike (ughhh)

Diamonds Sprite

P has him like ummm (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Back at it again (uh huh)

Reverse the Maybach in (yeah)

Bring some ones out to spend

Her baby daddy lying again

I got my bundles in da wind

He down ready to spin (run it)

We fucked twice never again (nope)

Roll up

Put it in da air

Two of them

Double Dose twins

Two sheets in the wind

This p should be a sin

Hideaway for the friends

Mental off the deep end

Can't box me in

Make a sequel

I'm the prequel

This forever again and again