Guess Who's Back Lyrics

Guess who's back

Guess who's back

Cali gas, turkey bags, niggas sealing them packs

We've been gone for a minute, bitch, but guess who's back

Guess who's back

Guess who's back

Unlawful nigga with the business with a car full of straps

We've been gone for a minute, bitch, but guess who's back

Yeah, back like I never left

All in your headphones, niggas said I'm fallin' off

Them bitches dead wrong, Cali gas, turkey bags, sealing them packs

Yeah, we've been gone for a minute, bitch, but guess who's back

Another dope track, another stack, fresh off the track

And still Unlawful motherfucker with a switch on my strap

Been to ATL to South Beach to Houston and back

Flyin' out of California, on my way to the Raq

With some racks in my backpack, who got me, fam

My nigga Black picked me up in his whoop-wopty-bam

He handed me a dirty pistol, damn, I hope it don't jam

Shot that motherfucker one time, it fell in my hand

I'm from the land, we stand on business, man, we pimp a, bitch

You either get a fuckin' job or you hit a lick

Cali gas, turkey bags, man, we seal em quick

It's FMK everyday, bitch, we killin' shit

Ayy, ayy, guess who's back

Ayy, ayy, guess who's back

Cali gas, turkey bags, niggas sealing em packs

We've been gone for a minute, bitch, but guess who's back

Ayy, ayy, guess who's back

Ayy, ayy, guess who's back

A lawful nigga with the business with a car full of straps

We've been gone for a minute, bitch, but guess who's back

I'm not O.J., it's no way they gon' chase me

I don't fuck with young bitches like O.K.C

I call Jose, told him, meet me on 16th

He brung the whole thing, that's how we do it in a 415

I'm rollin' cookies, no Bammer, bitch, these Obama blunts

I'm in Atlanta, got the hammer and a whole lot of Runtz

Rollin' up in a Tesla all the way from the Bay

You Heffas can't tell me nothin' like that nigga Kanye

Another day, another play, I give a fuck what she say

Try to play me for my money, honey, I'm a cut like DJ

Still in the PJs, making moves like I'm Kyrie Irving

Nothin' but Cali gas and shrooms, bitch, that's how we servin

Get the cash, flip them packs, wrap tight like a turban

On the plane with them thangs, always calm, never nervous

First class with all this cash, bitch, back in the sco

G'z up, hoes down, nigga, stackin' is doe

Guess who's back

Guess who's back

Cali gas, turkey bags, nigga, sealing them packs

We've been gone for a minute, bitch, but guess who's back

Guess who's back

Guess who's back

Unlawful nigga with the business with a car full of straps

We've been gone for a minute, bitch, but guess who's back