Again ft. CASHIER FRESH Lyrics

I already been through this before, I'm not going through it again

I already ran through them racks before, I'm bout to go do it again

I already fucked on that nat before, I'm bout to go fuck on her friends

We ran them Toyotas, into the road, we bout to go fuck up a Benz

Was up in LA, I was Mixing that cookie store shit with the animal mintz, Bro got a stick

Lifting your wheel , Yeah like he fixing your rims

Smoking legit, This is real runtz little bitch, do not ask me Again

And we ain't had shit, used to record on Tioga with Roaches

We plottin' on M's , it's just me and twin

I had to leave out my momma, house, J House I'm movin' right in

I had to begin, I had to see what them commas Bout

I had to cut off some friends, that's just how it is

Maybe they ain't see the vision, and if they did, I guess it wasn't as vivid for them

Screaming free O thats my n***a, he booked in his sticks, we can't even do visits with him

If you got fresh in your venue, make sure you Got passes, its too many n****s with him

Yeah, my niggas , my niggas , we splittin' up Rackies , I was Penny Penching with them

Already been through this before, I'm not Gonna do it again

I already ran through them racks before, I'm boutta go Do it again

I already fucked On that Nat before, I'm boutta go fuck on her friends, yeah

We ran him Toyotas into the road, we boutta go fuck up a Benz, yeah

I Already been through this before, I'm not gonna do it again

I already ran through them racks before, I'm boutta go Do it again

I already fucked On that Nat before, I'm boutta go fuck on her friends, yeah

We ran him Toyotas into the road, we boutta go fuck up a Benz, yeah

Was up in L.A., I was mixin the cookie store Shit with the animal mintz

Bro got a stick, yeah, liftin' your wheel, just like He fixin' your rims

Smoking legit, yeah, this is real Runtz, little Bitch, do not ask me again

And we aint have shit, used to record on Tioga with Roaches, we plottin' on Ms

It's just me and twin, I had to leave out my Momma house , J House, I'm movin' right in

I had to begin, I had to see what them commas bout , I had to cut off some friends, that's just How it is

Im at the plug house , lookin' at pounds, bitch, These niggas still tagging up nicks, yeah

Bro move the work through townships, he tryna make more than rent, yeah

My face turns to a frown, yeah, when I'm lookin' at how much I spent

If I woulda held every single dollar down, I woulda had me, at least like a M

I got way too many friends, they keep in the Pen, yeah

We screaming free all of them, if he ask for the Blunt, we blow weed all on him

Why you bring all them niggas, don't need all Of them

And I came with like two or three niggas, I know

They'll give him lung cancer if he want the Smoke

My block is too hot , you might have a heat stroke

I don't wanna hear speeches, that lil' boy is Broke

And I heard he be trappin', oh, that nigga broke

I heard he a rapper, though, that nigga broke

Yeah, that nigga's broke

Don't wanna hear it, that shit is a joke

I already been through this before, I'm not Goin' through it again

I already ran through some racks before, I'm bout' to go do it again

I Already fucked on that nat before, I'm Bout To go fuck on her friends, yeah

Re-ran them Toyotas, into the road, we bout to go fuck up a Benz, yeah

Was up in L.A. I was mixin the cookie store shit with the animal mints

Bro got a stick, yeah, liftin' your whip, Just like He fixin' your rims

Smokin legit , yeah, this is real runtz , little Bitch do not ask me again

And we ain't have shit, used to record on Tioga, with Roaches, we plottin' on Ms

It's just me and twin, I had to leave out my mama

House , J House, I'm movin' right in, I had to begin

I had to see what them commas bout , I had to cut off some friends, that's just how it is

My boys in the trap and they splitting them Packs

And they tryna make millions with that

I'm leavin' the hood but my heart in the Streets, yeah, I guess I got feelings in that

Don't matter where I go, always show love to my niggas

They always rememberin' that

My boys in the trap and they spittin up packs

And they tryna make millions with that

I'm leavin' the hood but my heart in the Streets, yeah, I guess I got feelings in that

Don't matter where I go, always show love to my niggas

They always rememberin' that