Staple Gun Madness

Lyrics

[Chorus] Guess I'm going back Guess I'm going back Left some money on the table Guess I'm going back Plug telling me they really miss me in the trap And I could triple up my money Guess I'm going back Guess I'm going back Guess I'm going back Left some money on the table Guess I'm going back Plug telling me they really miss me in the trap And I could triple up my money Guess I'm going back [Verse] Down a dark lonely road That I know And it's filled with rats Word on the street, the super Chef is back Little did I know I left a wholе load of bread Niggas tried to slice it, and now I'm on thе head I been gone from the streets too long Cause I ain't hearing niggas singing my songs I started living right And left y'all dead wrong What was I on, What was I on It's a shame y'all been dealing with the frauds Only real shit that I'm hearing Coming from the real broads And I could give a fuck About a nigga and his car When he steady getting smoked Like a big Cuban cigar Watch the liquor pour slow Like the ice on your head Steady sleeping on us Got that lice in your bed Running thru the lights We ain't stopping when they Red Living dreams in your head [Chorus] Guess I'm going back Guess I'm going back Left some money on the table Guess I'm going back Plug telling me they really miss me in the trap And I could triple up my money Guess I'm going back Guess I'm going back Guess I'm going back Left some money on the table Guess I'm going back Plug telling me they really miss me in the trap And I could triple up my money Guess I'm going back