WE BACK Lyrics

The name's joshy poo n' i gotta fire flow,

The only time i write good is when the white stuff's in my nose,

I'm talking that coke,

8-ball yay-yoo,

I'm gonna do it off a strippers butthole,

Off white to the toe virgil abloh,

Feel like castro,

Boutta start a missle crisis with the bars i told,

I got supreme on my waist,

Diamonds on my face,

Plus i got your girl sending pictures in some lace,

Ghost town when i run up,

Only on the come up,

You see the gun on my waist,

And now you talking hol' up,

Fire when i spit,

Got no condom on my dick,

I got the hunnies telling me im the shit,

Craziest thing i get away with the shit,

Took off the ring,

Now im backed to parties, bitches n shit,

Show me your tits,

Switch the flow up like a switch,

Got you all up on my dick,

Cause you saw the same thing happened to your bitch,

Living in the mid-side,

The inside,

Living that high life and my life,

Smoking on cheap shit,

42 G 2 weeks got me geeked shit,

Rocking oblique fits,

People look they gotta seek this,

They take mean hits,

These people never seen this,

The bad swag with a genuine smile,

With the fat back they been gone for a while,

I sag half with a low profile,

Wanna bag that,

Im getting loud n you knowing that i pack that,

Im puffing clouds n you know i rap that,

Puffing on this verse,

Gotta new whip n it's feeling like a new purse,

Things first,

Gotta lock on,

And im popping heads getting rocked on,

Man im playing pavlov,

If i play too much i get the man with the badge on,

What im thinking bout that it's long gone,

Saw dust still throwing but it all wrong,

If i play too much i get the man with the badge on,

If i-

If i-

If i play too much i get the man with the badge-

(WHAT THE FUCK I FUCKED EVERYTHING UP)

Im on my knees sucking deez,

You know i keep the cheese,

Cy fucking smells like shit i got febreeze,

Boutta go to Lucas's house,

Feel that breeze,

When i steal everything he says "jeez",

Ima go to Lucas's and free bees,

And Lucas's dog runs i throw frizbee,

Lucas's wanna catch me,

Pay a small fee,

Lucas's shoes were free handmedowns,

Lucas is a clowns,

Reset again,

Starting from scratch,

Slated from theft,

Stealing some bars,

Get me behind bars,

Metaphorically the original take,

Im being un-original,

Reeling in the years i was trying my best,

Caught between the reels of the rest,

Lessen my genetic ribbon,

Like ribcage packed free of a living,

Ch-,

Ch-,

Chillin' at the party,

Leaving in the brain and my brain leave my body,

Cause i gottem spittin' lots of-,

Gottem spittin' lots of blood,

Cause i came up out the mud,

Yeah i came up off the mud,

Cause you know that this is us,

Cause you not the battle bus,

Cause you dropped me off for what?,

And i call up while shit late,

Cause i gotta keep it baked,

Shit be fire than a shake,

All things go bad,

White river turn brown you already knew that,

White man come around,

Heard nobody say some things,

Turn a brother with a cane,

Hit em with the fucking thang,

Cause i got that cane,

Shat sugar cane plantation,

Cause i never thought i would ever say a thing,

In the past i peer back at it,

In the past i peer back at it,

Cause im sniffin lots of blood,

Cause im sniffin lots of blood,

Chillin' at the party,

And my body leave my body,

Cause a body feel a body,

Cause i don't know how i mf'n feel about it,

(phew)

(phew)

(phew)

Feel the higher ones,

Light it up,

Ashing it out,

Calling me crazy,

Say she date me,

But im off of the loud,

Talk me up n call me cute,

But i ain't showing you off,

Roll up another,

Light it up and choke and i cough,

Flip the bag n do the craziest,

Roll up a J n facing,

This food is tasty-tastiest,

Go out n catch a body and im on the news like alias,

Hol' up,

Back on my chill shit,

Now im on my kill shit,

Had to teach you bitches how to rap up on my shit real shit,

Bitches wanting more,

But im tired,

No dick bitch,

Fuck shit,

Kill shit,

Now im on my chill shit,

I be crying in the club bitch,

With a gun on my hip,

Put it to my head but i touch the trigger,

Im thinking bout sumn bigger,

With a big house,

And i bitch on my lap,

Touching my sack,

That's sumn bigger,

Im talking bout sumn bigger,