Right Back In Lyrics

Hey, I'm kinda just called to hear your voice, so I feel kinda dumb, but uh, I miss you

Ay bitch feel dumb I came up and you ain't with me

I just touched down off this flight I'm off the henny

You can tell I'm ballin' I be everywhere there's cities

I just went hard for one month and made sixty

Ahh let's get it crackin

Lookin' like I signed a deal but nah, I'm just snappin

Elevated from my pain I been through all the action

Mama told me not to break the law but it still happened

Wait, I'm really gainin' traction

I'm just tryna chill they had to make this pressure active

They be actin' tough I'm tryna make this play happen

I really calmed down when my income turned passive

I ain't tryna fight I'm tryna smoke in Calabasas

If he want to smoke I swear to God we let him have it

Why you up the score if we need more runners trappin

I'ma let him eat if they successful with the package

Wait, I'm tryna ball out like right now

Big knots in my jeans they feel tight now

Big shots all day with me I'm on a flight now

Big dog in my city I gotta hype now

I be payin' all of my bills with residuals now

Remember when I had no job but I'm livin' now

Every single check I get I can spend it now

This is the exact same Benz but it ain't rented now

Customized a new Grand Coupe it's competition now

Customized that shit brand new it's expensive wow

Really made it out of the hood that shit was gettin' wild

I was nice before I got rich I got a bigger smile

Yeah, I'm cheesin

Ay, I'm eatin' and I know it too

Look bitch I'm goin' right back in the hook can suck it

The way these people treat they kids, I'm disgusted

You ain't thinkin' big for em now they don't do nothin

Why the hell you live like that you got em bummin

I'ma teach my son how to win and keep it comin

Every time I hit this bitch I keep her comin

If it's really bout that smoke they don't want it

On the phone with gang everyday like they my cousins

I ain't goin' back to the courthouse if I'm summoned

We be makin' racks everyday by the dozen

Bitch I'm ballin' out and I know it, I'm a poet

I been reapin' this shit for years, I'ma sow it

I'm sick of spendin' money on weed, I'm bout to grow it

I'm sick of bein' humble this quarter mill, I'ma show it

Nah nah nah let me chill bro

Wish I had my mother she would always cook me meals bro

Remember bein' 19 I was slimy as an eel bro

Wasn't drinkin' shit if it ain't comin' with the seal bro

I been livin' good but I still get up in my feels bro

All that shit I been through I be really gettin' chills bro

Finally made it out now we don't never have to steal bro

All that shit talkin' they gon' think this shit is real bro

We like fuck how you feel bro

Really took a loss before I made my first mill bro

In my first mill, I did that shit without a deal bro

Steppin' hard as hell now I got bruises on my heels bro

Nah they ain't really fuckin' with me

Wait they ain't really fuckin' with me

Aye they ain't really fuckin' with me

Take from one of mine we come together and we jumpin' him

And we comin' hard we 20 deep we bringin' company

I'ma show your dumbass how it feels when it's up with me

We gon' leave his ass in the parking lot by the double tree

We gon' beat his ass and then videotape him strugglin