Right Back Lyrics

They let me inside the door, Imma Spazz

Can't see the future, I'm goin' right past them

Can't take no break, cause I stay on the gas

Come from the street, but this rappin' my passion

Stiff arm the bih guess she thought I was average

Get off my johnson I wish I knew magic

Ballin' in Dallas', they think I'm a Maverick

Red lights on pistols when I'm out in traffic

They send some shots and we send em right back

Nah, he don't cap, but he want him a hat

Run all that bread if you want you a track

If it's all there, I'ma send it right back

Punch in my song, yeah, I be on attack

But in the streets, I'm playin' defense

Gotta be on point, in case they creepin'

Percocet bullets, FN leave him sleepy

Trying not to doze off like a Jeep

It best that your pole out in the street

That young nigga masked up, Halloween

He just tryna slime some, trick or treat

If he got a problem, he solve it with heat

Pull out that chopper, no time to retreat

Clap clap clap

Get that blowin' like leaves

Was stuck in the trenches, I didn't wanna leave

Don't care what you do, bye, I'm overseas

Can't trust nobody, I'm keepin' receipts

I've been givin' more than I receive

Gave a arm and a leg, they don't care about my knees

Workin' so hard, man, I can't even grieve

I lost my niggas, I couldn't even breathe

Wish I was Stevie, I didn't wanna see

Way before twelve they was callin' me Freez

They let me inside the door, Imma Spazz

Can't see the future, I'm goin' right past them

Can't take no break, cause I stay on the gas

Come from the street, but this rappin' my passion

Stiff arm the bih guess she thought I was average

Get off my johnson I wish I knew magic

Ballin' in Dallas', they think I'm a Maverick

Red lights on pistols when I'm out in traffic

They send some shots and we send em right back

Nah, he don't cap, but he want him a hat

Run all that bread if you want you a track

If it's all there, I'ma send it right back

Punch in my song, yeah, I be on attack

But in the streets, I'm playin' defense

Gotta be on point, in case they creepin'

Percocet bullets, FN leave him sleepy

They let me inside the door, Imma Spazz

Can't see the future, I'm goin' right past them

Can't take no break, cause I stay on the gas

Come from the street, but this rappin' my passion

Stiff arm the bih guess she thought I was average

Get off my johnson I wish I knew magic

Ballin' in Dallas', they think I'm a Maverick

Red lights on pistols when I'm out in traffic