Back 2 It

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ray Heisman) Ayy [Verse] I'm shit talkin', boy, I ain't bringin' rap back She wanna eat my dick while she hear my music, I'm a Rap Snack The rain gon' sound like it's diesel and it's matte black I'll drop an eight, then pour another eight, this a half Shaq Was sixteen stashin' grams where unc' kept the ram at Movin' all these pounds by thirty-two, I'ma have a bad back Cut the traction off, I'm trippin' when I'm out in traffic Boy, you almost died for some weak-ass glasses Tryna tell me how to live, almost beat my pastor Fuckin' all these hoes, I might just end up like Magic Catch you out and get to clappin' like I'm proud of you This switch like an NPC, it make sounds for you My son said he want a Lamb' truck, I know hе sound spoil Told my young nigga I got a fifty for him, you'll get bond for it My nigga lookin' down off the roof like a gargoylе I stuffed this bitch with a baby, she finna start showin' I'm finna stretch this shit out like I'm doin' pilates You can't hang around with gang unless you caught a body You want some strong shit, code word, you gotta call for shotty And if I want some scams done, I'll call Driveway Bullets fuck your head up, give you a high tape My last project I was off lean, that was a high tape I'm 'bout to get my grill done, call Ice Jay Conversation you ain't gotta say much, I know your ice fake It got Ice T, Ice Cube, now you got ice truck He tryna give me RMC on a song, tell me what Mike say [Outro] Bitch KrispyLife, nigga I'm back to it, nigga, I'm still out here shit talkin' What the fuck is wrong with these niggas? Just like that, it's with a K, dumbass