Back Again

Lyrics

[Intro] You wanna talk about what's really, really going down on these streets? Why boys even rapping? Why boys even just— Why all these cars bangin' outside, all this candy paint? This why, baby [Verse 1: DC2Trill] Bitch, we on that shit again (It's a Wayne beat) I done upped Gen5 like fifty times, ain't fearin' many men (Elijah) Platinum on my chest, I'm living blessed, but I might sin again Chip up on your shoulder, knock it off, I'm gettin' Pringles in Beat the block down, fully loaded We on top now, gotta notice Put this country ho on Miu Miu, she ain't know shit, buy no Birkins Too many crosses 'round my neck, shit, today, can't do no cursing Thirty days, get out the way, bet them young niggas get to purging [Verse 2: Rio Da Young OG] Grab the ARP, that bitch'll get to squirting We've been doing eights of Qua' and Trish, you a ninja turtle I just talked to 32, he say he still in surgery When I heard the story from ABC news, it was a different version Been done did anything, put on Rick with Purple I bumped my head, then went to the feds, bro, I'm a different person But I'm the same nigga I told my nigga, "Just FaceTime me," he a 'caine dealer We purple rain sipping [Verse 3: DC2Trill] Pull up side the coupe Huh, right beside your boo Ayy, these pints for the crew Ayy, we don't sell no loose 215 to 315, I'm quick to switch the mood I'ma be on time, just send deposit, I'll see you soon Act stuck up, I'ma pick my cup over any one of these bitches Fake gangster shit with them cap-ass stories, they'll be the first one missing We done sipped up all the Qua', fuck it, buy all the Trissy Buddy ain't got no room to spar, he can't spare twenty [Interlude: Rio Da Yung OG] Alright, yeah Alright [Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG] Buddy ass done fucked up twice, he can't save his money I don't know what the bounty is, but we gave up a hundred I'm with a bougie bitch, she did a weekend down in London He just drunk some bad drank, he can't feel his stomach Balenciaga tee, you ain't even peep how I was coming Scram-scraper lyin', say he seen me without money Ironic, it's not everything, but we got all the money Ironic, I was fuckin' her and she said she my cousin Nigga, I'll pull a C-day out in public Why he ain't got no money? 'Cause we got all the money I just told you that Half a million in all hundreds, I just showed you that That's a vintage eight of pharm', please don't open that Shotgun damn near knocked my shoulder back, I need a shoulder strap These niggas more than cap