Back Again Lyrics

Ayy, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

Hold on, I'm back again

150 on my wrist them black cats matchin' with the fit

I got bape on with that Loui, baby, this ain't Deven den

I ain't never shop at Gucci like my opps promote the snakes

Who gon' spin about your brother

? It's been years that nigga dead

He got left up in that coffin, dig him out and shoot again

You ain't never throw your gang up, boy, you pussy and you gay

I ain't even got no gang, but I'm still merchin' niggas' face

Momma never raised a hoe, I stand on Bizzness , on the go

Five, five, sixes, eat his liver up, his head gon' touch his toes

We gon' catch him, he gon' fold another D.O.A., they post

I don't even post no straps and they still knockin' at my door

They know that these shits ain't props, so I just keep mine in disguise

And if they takin' one of mine, I'm spinning' hoodie and a mask

I don't care if it's Brod day, cause I ain't lettin' that shit slide

Told the crackers, gotta catch me, I ain't servin' up no time

Wake up ten toes in the morning, cause there's murder on my mind

Woke up five times up at night, cause damn, there's money on my mind

How the fuck am I a goat ? And i ain't even sell my soul

Ain't no switches in these Glocks until I let this Draco loose

I got Crips up on the line, and I got bloods who down to slide

Reason that these niggas hate me, cause they see me goin' up

Another Chico down to slide , we puttin' Mex up on the map

I ain't tryna act no way, but I was raised around them Zo's

I ain't tryna act no way, but I was raised around them Zo's

I ain't tryna act no way, but I was raised around them Zo's

Aye Hold on , I'm back again

Hundred fifty on my wrist, them black cats matching' with the fit

I got bape on with that Loui, baby, this ain't deven den

I ain't ever shop at Gucci like my opps promote the Snakes

Who gon' spin about your brother? It's been years, that nigga dead

He got left up in that coffin, dig him out and shoot again

You ain't never throw your gang up, boy, you pussy and you gay

I ain't even got no gang, but I'm still merchin' niggas face

Momma never raised a hoe, I stand on bidnezz on the go

Five-five-sixes, eat his liver up his head, gon' touch his toes

We gon' catch him, he gon' fold another D.O.A. They post

I don't even post no straps and they still knockin' at my door