GIVE BACK

Lyrics

EvilGiane, Surf Gang bitch! And the bitch come back when the bands come back And the bitch come back when them bands come back And them niggas so mad cause they can't get back And I can't trust niggas gotta watch my back And that boy so broke but he tryna get back And I ride through the bity yea, tryna get back Yeah imma sleaze in the back of the back In the back of the bank yea finna click clack For a pint of the tris, yea I'm finna tax tax And I do sip wock but that shit really trash You rockin' with Evolving Public, on gang In the back of the back yea I'm counting up racks And she fucking everybody like that bitch Katt Stacks I was way too young, I ain't sippin no Ac Wide receiver, I be tossing the pack You cross me, then I ain't lookin back Don't hold a grudge but I can't let go We slide on his foreign give him bullet holes My shooter got afro like they from the holes I'm counting up money waiting for the hoes I'm sippin on drank she like let it go I really put drank over hoes My diamonds they water like a fuckin hose You ain't talking money nigga then it's adios And she shakin that ass, watch it overload Got 25K, walkin with a load I'm waiting for smoke like a game loading I'm all about green like a fuckin toad See word around town nigga, that you told I don't got a fever but these diamonds cold They know my story, nigga, cause you told em Smokin' on pressure Smokin on pressure Back to back foreigns just packing a jet If I need me a perc I call up Moh Baretta And the bitch come back when the bands come back And the bitch come back when them bands come back And them niggas so mad cause they can't get back And I can't trust niggas gotta watch my back And that boy so broke but he tryna get back And I ride through the bity yea, tryna get back Yeah imma sleaze in the back of the back In the back of the bank yea finna click clack For a pint of the tris, yea I'm finna tax tax And I do sip wock but that shit really trash In the back of the back yea I'm counting up racks And she fucking everybody like that bitch Katt Stacks I was way too young, I ain't sippin no Ac Wide receiver, I be tossing the pack You cross me, then I ain't lookin back Don't hold a grudge but I can't let go We slide on his foreign give him bullet holes My shooter got afro like they from the holes I'm counting up money waiting for the hoes I'm sippin on drank she like let it go I really put drank over hoes My diamonds they water like a fuckin hose You ain't talking money nigga then it's adios And she shakin that ass, watch it overload Got 25K, walkin with a load I'm waiting for smoke like a game loading I'm all about green like a fuckin toad See word around town nigga, that you told I don't got a fever but these diamonds cold They know my story, nigga, cause you told em Smokin' on pressure Smokin on pressure Back to back foreigns just packing a jet If I need me a perc I call up Moh Baretta