Back 2 Tha Booth ft. Apollo Flores Lyrics

Look I am the ultimate

I am chief all you pussies be lookin' like covenant

We really run this shit

Everyone else take a seat take a number and wait a bit

Fuck all the funny shit

The way I be spittin' like hollow points up in these hunnid clips

Fuck all the dummy shit

Your homies switch up for some Benjis inside of ya money clip

Might need a publicist

I'm eating these beats so sick and I can't even stomach it yuh

Started from the bottom but I'm on my way up

Pockets gettin' fatter and they can't stay up

The way I been livin might make me a million my stack to the ceiling ain't never enough

Catchin' them feelings I know that you feel me and it's quite apparent you can't get Enough

Stay moving the crowd like it's time to go

Bout to fly out of here, Mexico

She send them pictures when I'm on the road baby just chill cause you doin' the most

Flew out the bay I'm stuck in my ways

West coast flow in the 2-1-0

Think you run the city boy I don't know

Apollo Kid G that's bound to be heat

Wanna get a feat be man you gotta pay a fee

Munchie boys don't work for free

Never had a handout we just standout

Music like weed man ours is too loud

Aye, now

Lemme get a hold of the beat

You rappers are under my league

Testin' me is sure defeat

Catch a vibe like tai-chi

Eat the beat like a feast

Goin' real hard like a beast

Pray for me when I Rest In Peace

When I Rest In Peace you say you loved me

But little do you know that's a lie through ya hole

I see through the fake so I'll cut em like cake before they make a play like Ray and Kim K

Back to the booth, back to the booth, back to the booth

Aye

Makin' them moves, makin' them moves, makin' them moves

Aye

Always goin' in quick no counterfeit

Never gave one fuck like a celibate

My money green like a Newport box

But I stay getting drunk while playin' Star fox

Like a K-9 cause I'm on the prowl for some feline, yeah you know what I mean

Tryna make it in that cat of yours she better be shaved like mr clean

Evolved my style now I can spit for miles

Yeah I fell off and it's been a while

But I've stayed killin' Beats like when a knight slays a beast

Apollo hit me with this heat now this shit is on repeat

Kid G is on the track so you know this shit is neat

Got an album coming soon so you better not sleep

Fuck with me you should know it's not for the weak

Aight look I just clocked in for my break so I ain't got no time to play

I just checked up on my watch said I ain't got no time for fakes

I been getting filthy rich so I went and cleaned out the bank

I been counting so much money look like my fingers in paint

Yo, what they say?

It's okay cause I'm the one they love to hate

I ain't worried I ain't trippin' cause they always hittin' play

Got myself a lil boy now so I'm changin' up my ways

You can judge me on my past but that shit is from yesterday

Andalè

Always tryna ride my wave the way I'm sonnin' all these kids you would think that it's Father's Day

Back to the booth, back to the booth, back to the booth

Aye

Makin' them moves, makin' them moves, makin' them moves

Aye