Back in Blood ft. Yung Gate Lyrics

Ay man, ay

25th in this bitch, yea you feel me?

East Block

2021 nigga my year

Yes sir

Gang

Rah!

They sayin' I'm crazy, told the opps, drop they location

pull up in splats, we back to back with Glocks, ain't no 380's

So many shots came out the car, you can't solve no equation

Catch juvenile, hit fifty rounds, to us you ain't no baby

Stop all that cappin' in your rap, that shit just entertainment

It ain't no way you said my name, lil' bitch, this shit get dangerous

Pull up, we gang them glizzys bang, we tryna make em famous

No, I ain't hatin', or clout chasin', bitch, I'm really gangsta

A nigga play his ass gone lay, told lil bro, put him in the mud

All that cappin' on the internet, nigga, you ain't a thug

We put dicks up on these pistols, bitch, nigga, know what it was

Don't give a fuck bout no clout, don't give a fuck about no buzz

Rah, rah, that's the shots out the AR

Two-two-threes and them five-sevens, hit your whip, blow up your car

This a splat, we hoppin' out on feet, told lil bro, park the car

Fifteen shots up in his chest and the rest gon' fill up his top

Slime, slime, oh yeah, a nigga violent

My mama said, stop poppin' addy, it's fuckin' with my knowledge

Fifty K will get a nigga hit, that's on my body

You pay me on a Monday, that same night that nigga outie

They sayin' I'm crazy, told the opps, drop they location

Pull up in splats, we back to back with Glocks, ain't no 380

So many shots came out the car, you can't solve no equation

Catch juvenile, hit fifty rounds to us you ain't no baby

Stop all that cappin' and your rap that shit just entertainment

It ain't no way you said my name, lil' bitch, this shit get dangerous

Pull up with gang, them glizzys bang, we tryna make them famous

Know I ain't hatin' or clout chasin' bitch, I'm really gangsta

Ayy, ayy, bitch, I'm really, ayy

Oh, bitch, I'm really gangsta

Ayy, bitch, I'm really, uh

Ayy, uh, oh, bitch, I'm really, ayy

Bitch, I'm dangerous, know you see me with the straps

I ain't mad about no hoe, I fucked just tell me where you at

Just drop that lo just like the Steelers, I'ma score

I be hangin' round them killers, they be quick to let it blow

Oh, that's Gate popped out that car, I'm stackin' cheese these niggas nervous

You ain't gon' spin about that gun, just keep it real, you niggas turtle

How you comment on her picture? Come on, dawg, I flipped it first

I got nana in my sights, I know she swallow up in church

I ain't worried about no disses all my niggas push the issue

What you cryin' bout? Little Tory, lil' bruh, go and grab a tissue

See, me, I keep a blicky, I'ma use it, hope they miss you

Bitch, it's gate I'm the general, fuck you mean, I got my issue

Using mya for our beef, you a fool, I got our tapes

Make me mad, I post a spree, bitch, I painted up her face, no disrespect

But damn that pussy wet, if you get it after me

Dawg, I swear, I'll write a check, I got five up on this deal

Don't send a flukie to get killed, tell the cops these ain't no props

These guns we tote, they super real, got a shooter on my left

And to the right, I got my steel, bitch, it's gate, check out my stats

Bitch, I'm the GOAT, just be for real