BACK IN THE LAND Lyrics

I just might pull out a band to flex on niggas

Who think Thinkin they next lil nigga this ice on my neck I'ma Getta patek official

Dis bitch want my last initial

Them niggas aint witchu stop allat cryn bitch get u some tissue

Like I'm the navy bitch I'm throwin missiles

These niggas bitches they really against you

I just might get a new vet, that bitch gon' whistle and make sure it match my pistol

I got me a check and In all hunnids out like I was crippled, we splitting that cake down the middle

I just got back to the land and I copped me a nickel, whole pack I'm a sell no sickle

Get a lil cake and I'm running this shit so simple, my niggas just caught them a triple

Go brazy , I'm in the land with it, packing that shit up like sandwiches

Shit cut so deep aint no playin with it, I'm a CUT baby what's hannin wit it

Riding around in the motherfucking night time

Onna opp block leaving damages

Dissing da gang on the motherfucking net

But we make opp niggas need bandages

Ayy, hold up, bitch I'm in that mode for real, and I got that soulja steel

Don't run up, get overkill, and all of them niggas be rats, them niggas just over squeal

Fuck yo bitch and I hit from the back nigga, fuck yo gang, you know whats the deal

I just might pull out a band to flex on niggas who thinking they next

Lil nigga this ice on my neck, I'ma getta , patek official, this bitch want my last initial

Them niggas ain't with you, stop all that crying bitch, get you some tissue

Like im the navy bitch, I'm throwing missiles, these niggas bitches they really against you

I just might get a new vet, that bitch gon' whistle and make sure it match my pistol

I got me a check, in all hundreds out like I was crippled, you splitting that cake down the middle

I just got back to the land and I copped me a nickel, whole pack I'ma sell, no sickle

Get a lil cake and I'm running this shit so simple, my nigga just called him a triple