Back From Hell Lyrics

Yea, listen

Dub

All that money shìt you talking nigga that shit cap for real

(All that money shìt you talking nigga)

Made it through the fire look like I came back from hell

(Made it through the fire nigga)

Listen

Yea

All that money shìt you talking nigga that shit cap for real

Made it through the fire look like i came back from hell

Global shipment on this product hit it with a vacuum seal

I don't trust that nigga he a bitch he rat he squeal

That bitch is a baddie she a brat she want Chanel

I'm not really pimping i'm not spending stacks for real

I just talk my talk then she let me clap for real

I take henny and pills like them shits a package deal

Vicodin, Adderall and Percocet boost adrenaline

This bitch I met she so obsessed she screaming dub just put it in

So much bread coming in I feel like the muffin man

Got a bag then fucked it up and fucked that shit up once again

Too much grams up on the scale it's fucking up the measuring

Might react up off of impulse I aint take my medicine

Been in this game for like 2 years but i think i'm a veteran

Substance abuse I take that E pill mix that shit with Ritalin

We empty clips and spin again

Ask for forgiveness sin again

We gonna win regardless don't matter who they put us against

Demons box me in like a house surrounded by picket fence

Entanglement with his bitch I call her Jada Pinkett Smith

I take a perc and break it up and tell that bitch to take a sniff

Was bouta fuck but had to kick her out once I just took a whiff

I had to get it how I got it back then I was taking whips

Had some homies on the strip was making plays they making flips

Nigga ran off with your shit we take your cheese and then we dip

Thought he was ready for the game applied that pressure then he quit

Don't like the way that she suck dick I told that bitch to use some spit

Don't like the way that bitch is spoiled don't get her way she throw a fit

You want some bread then take a risk

Don't wanna fuck she take a lyft

i'm counting bills that got blue strips this money new it's extra crisp

That pistol turn into a semi automatic with a switch

He got hit up with that shìt and now that nigga don't exist

Turned him to a spirit he could only live on through his pics

Need a quick fix aint take my daily dose and now I got a itch

Said you was solid to the end so nigga how you went and snitched

Went on a lick that nigga froze up so we put him on the bench

Can't leave my house without the tool and I ain't talking bout a wrench

i'm smoking zaza by the pound bitch this a real expensive stench

We pull up make it rain get caught outside nigga you gon get drenched

He upped that gon pointed it at my face and I didn't fucking flinch

I take your gifts got me feeling like the grinch (Yea yea)

I make I her strip, she off a couple drinks

Got bricks of money, but this isn't a brinks

Pull up like a pirate take your treasure and watch your ship sink

Give that bitch a couple compliments and I bet she gon link

Jewelry cold, necklace froze it's like I got on a rink

I'm realist in the game, nigga

i'm the realist in the game nigga what the fuck you think

Big MT$

You know what the fuck going on

Yea, Yea

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