Im Back

Lyrics

[I just wanna go home] Yeah Uh huh [This song is funded by stolen oil money] Yeah Yeah, yeah (Verse 1 : RXK Nephew) First thing I ask, "Where the drugs at?" Lil' bitch like "Neph', where the love at?" Get off that bullshit, bitch, dub that Drugs almost gone, had a heart attack (uh) Slipping with the Glock, like I got Parkinson's Park sum' like that round here, won't walk again He'll drive a Beamer like that for adrenaline Unc' done walk 8 miles like Eminem (Yeah) Gucci store like "It's him again?" (Yeah) Walk in the liquor store, bitch, I'm back Back to the jewelry store, I'm back Hit the Henny, bit the curb and caught a flat (Yeah) I keep a bitch like a spare tire Auntie said my crack taste like jambalaya Tell police these run flat tires Don't go broke and niggas start crying Walk in the bank, they like "where you work at?" Crack Rock Record where I work at And we not signed to Empire Chain look like I signed to QZ (For real) Chain look like I got a feature from Yeat (Yeah) Whole rap game move like WWE (Yeah) I got more pistols than Pistol Pete (Yeah) Bout' to get in the field, bitch, with my cleats (Yeah) (Verse 2: CHRIST DILLINGER) Chain look like I signed to Roc Nation Unc' hit the dope and he started shaking I was marking cards like I stream with Adin I'm on more percs than a cancer patient I walk in with more straps than [O'Dawes, ol' dogs?] My bitch ass so fat I can't see the thong Oppenheimer dope fiend say it's the bomb Bitch get turned on when she hear my song Right wrist look like a disco ball Yeah, Neiman Marcus, not shopping at the mall Chrome Hearts on my fit, put that shit on Wake up in the morning, full bottle of Espolon I feel like Sexyy Red, I'm fucking out of town In the club like Yung Joc, it's going down When I step in the club, bitch, it's going down I gotta ball for thing like James Brown [My dog B-day I got him a bottle?] of Henny When it come to bad bitches, we got plenty Shop at Neiman Marcus, not JC Penney I was sellin' bundles in the bathroom of Denny's Your whole tape trash, I don't wanna hear it When your music come out, I don't wanna share it Chain so damn big, can't hear what you sayin' Get up in the pussy and go Super Saiyan [This song is great, I love it] [Damn, son, where'd you find this? In the trash?] First thing I ask, "Where the drugs at?" Lil' bitch like "Neph', where the love at?" Get off that bullshit, bitch, dub that Drugs almost gone, had a heart attack (uh) Slipping with the Glock, like I got Parkinson's Park sum' like that round here, won't walk again He'll drive a Beamer like that for adrenaline Unc' done walk 8 miles like Eminem (Yeah) Gucci store like "It's him again?" (Yeah) Walk in the liquor store, bitch, I'm back Back to the jewelry store, I'm back Hit the Henny, bit the curb and caught a flat (Yeah) I keep a bitch like a spare tire Auntie said my crack taste like jambalaya Tell police these run flat tires Don't go broke and niggas start crying Crack Rock Record where I work at