Back At It ft. B.Goode Lyrics

Hmmm hmmm hmmmm

Yeah, back at it again

Smoking out the Benz

Smoking like I'm Smokey from the Friday movie friends

We been, we been on the stoop

Like that kid from Arnold and we ain't finna come up off unless we make some ends

Aye, shout out to my friends

And shout out to my enemies

We been down for week and we ain't fronting, y'all pretend to be

Everything y'all ain't, y'all a bunch of snakes

Laying in the grass on your ass, shifting shapes

Aye, look at me now

Okay all you bitches take high notes and fuck with the sound

I been faded, Straight medicated, Looking for that purpose

Shit I found the major, Back on the same shit you been a hater

Bout to levitate out this bitch with a seance

Hundreds damn, Working off the course with that after math

Where they all got smacked, All straight faded just chillen in the back

Gems on the world, New cult on that

Gems on your bitch? Hear it on the track

Rapping and scheming, You all with the cap

Rapping on beats hit the high note on that

But I select em', B.Goode he rep em'

Ain't a better duo, Who the fuck do it better?

Yeah, back at it again

Smoking out the Benz

Smoking like I'm Smokey from the Friday movie friends

We been, we been on the stoop

Like that kid from Arnold and we ain't finna come up off unless we make some ends

Aye, shout out to my friends

And shout out to my enemies

We been down for week and we ain't fronting, y'all pretend to be

Everything y'all ain't, y'all a bunch of snakes

Laying in the grass on your ass, shifting shapes

All in the song, The cadence ain't harm

I'm racking these commas like no decimals

I'm smoking this ganj, bout hop on the world

I'm working this bitch like we hitched off tomorrow

Can't feel on my presence then fuck off with song

All on the world hit, Rock around dope shit, All of us hopeless

Looking for the petty cent and that's a mess

Like bitches scents that you fucked one time

Take no disrespect, Just cooling with the ones that got my back

Oh this ain't a statement just all out facts, Oh this ain't your place bitch

Hop off my track

You lurking for nothing but always on smack

Like one of them bitches I'd call in a sec

Pop out that old shit, onto the next

Y'all what ghosts on Broadway? Y'all want bloody Rubbish?

Y'all fuck with the red tape or any them numbers?

I ain't saying this hot shit

I'm saying y'all slumber

Little pansy asses and B.Goode we gotta fucking tell them bro

We gotta fucking let them know what's really good, cause life is a fucking bitch

Yeah, back at it again

Smoking out the Benz

Smoking like I'm Smokey from the Friday movie friends

We been, we been on the stoop

Like that kid from Arnold and we ain't finna come up off unless we make some ends

Aye, shout out to my friends

And shout out to my enemies

We been down for week and we ain't fronting, y'all pretend to be

Everything y'all ain't, y'all a bunch of snakes

Laying in the grass on your ass, shifting shapes