The Return ft. Mitch Monday Lyrics

New watch, blue stones, country bumpin' like Luke Combs

Walked in', who's home, when you makin' big moves, don't move wrong

Man, it took a few years just to move on

Each day, two cones, one L, two stoned

All-wheel drive, so the whip got the traction

The whole crew got tennis, ain't talkin' bout racket

Yeah, Greyson got straps, but don't fuck with no ratchet

It's a network I got, man these pussies can't hack it

Spittin' the flame' like a dragon

Imagine the matches, I lit with my passion

Stream money under my mattress

I'm straight with that point like I'm Canister

Air arm shootin', ain't crackin'

Makin' a name without trappin'

What you gon' make in a day is a fraction of average

A money, a beautiful pageant

It match with my beautiful bad bitch

Don't be so jealous, I haven't

I put in the work that you haven't

Mitch Monday, all about cabbage

The name and the life's a racket

One man army can't fuck with no band

Cause I fuck with the bands, I ain't splitting' it fam

When I turn 21, I ain't splitting' the hand

What you don't understand, I'm a dufflin' man

You be shufflin' grams, that's a punch to your fans

Mixin' my punch with some gram

Your girl does not love you, bruh

She is gon' run when I land

That's what I call ram

Yeah

Tell me why these niggas keep talkin' on us like we not back

My nigga back from Florida, y'all already know what it is

It's time for us to T up on some shit

At first, it's all him

But now I gotta show y'all niggas what I do

CAGE

Yeah

Bitch, I'm 1 of 1

Never leave the crib without a loaded gun

I really do this shit

This is not for fun

Most these niggas actin', they be always lackin'

Pull up with a group and we gon' start subtractin'

Bitch, I'm pistol packin', I ain't never slackin'

Yeah

So who the one with all the punchlines fuck the fame

Nigga, I just want respect

A couple bands for my last show

I don't give a fuck

Told the venue, cut the check

I'm a evil nigga with a complex

That's too complex

Bitch, go check the specs

Got a blueprint like I'm Hov

This a PSA, but imma need 2.1

F&N and the ARP both got a scope

I cannot just choose me one

I'ma shoot him in his bitch with the same switch

I'm a go-2 for 1

My template been built and laid out all across the map

Pick a spot, I'll take you there

Phony niggas shrouded in facades Like Mike Ross they just choosin' to be frauds

But I feel just like I'm Harvey Specter

The perfect closer with the message

My twin right down in Florida

Y'all niggas wishin' that you rapped to the same degree

You want a feature, you gon' pay the fee

Time out with all the complacency

Tell me why these niggas keep on waitin', baby

You just gon' have to wait for the T

Back in the spot, thinkin' you got it

I made the block hot

I had to get it, my double on top

But I'm focused, I'm riddlin', came and I top

You said you wanted, I feel like Lil' Top

Lil' bitch, we puttin' the hollows in tops

You said you ready to go

This just the return

Lil' nigga, I do not stop

It's Cage, nigga

Fuck wrong with these niggas, boy