Back On

Lyrics

[Intro] (Can't rush the vibe, Rando) (Rando, the fuck you doin', man?) Yeah, yeah, nigga, I'm back on, back (Back) My company black owned (Black) Nigga, nigga, I'm back on, back (I'm back) Yeah, company black owned (Company black owned, the fuck you mean, cuh?) Company black owned (We gone) [Verse 1] What they pen and they pad, niggas jockin' my swag (What?), these niggas bad clones Nigga play with this shit and I'm droppin' a bag (What?), yeah, I get his ass gone Hit that shit from the back, she was fuckin' me bad (Yeah), but shawty a stallion And I made the plug send a whole lot of bags (What?) and I got 'em all gone (Yeah) Any nigga overplayed that came short on the bag (What?), now they get the dial tone I'm the one niggas basin' they style on (For sure) Everybody that doubted, they all on (For sure) I got superstar lawyers in court, niggas' money be short, but the plug know that eyes long Bae, you know I be hoein' (Hoein'), so come hop in this foreign, lil' bitch, you can cry alone (Cry alone) And you know I ain't goin' (Ain't goin') Keep my hand on my hammer, no, I will not die alone (Bang) I just brought me a pound home, real investments, young nigga got millions in styrofoam (Ooh) Own my traphouse, the land long Fuck the feds, nigga know that I'm keepin' a firearm Have had a car full of work right next to the church, just tryna stay calm (Woo, woo, woo, woo) Your nigga broke, he a real bum (Bum), she wanna fuck with a real don (Don, for sure) These niggas brewsters, they real crumbs I'm a young shooter with real funds (That's Jairmy, oh) Bitch deep throat, make a nigga cum (Cum, cum) Shoot through the door, nigga ain't gone (Nigga ain't gone, gone) They be shootin' that chop' when they tryna run (When they tryna run, run) Can't pop out 'til I get the job done (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus] Yeah (Yeah), nigga, I'm back on (I'm back) He fucked up the sack, gone (Sack) I'm cookin' that crack, I'm cooking that crack, like who left the stove on? (Who left the stove on?) Crack two hundred somethin' racks, that Patek so wet, my wrist, it be Frozone (That Patek so wet, that Patek so wet) Yeah, yeah, yeah, tell 'em I'm back on (I'm back) Nigga, I'm back on (Back on) Signs comin' in, got the lawyer's number and the whole city, lil' nigga, I'm back on (Back) Yeah, I'm back on (I'm back), uh, tell 'em I'm back on Had to switch it up 'cause the feds all in a nigga business, but nigga, I'm back on (Back on) [Verse 2] I'm with Trapboy (I'm with Trapboy), what? Might see me with Fred and them And I got a chopper for every single one of our problems, yeah, we can get rid of them And I run with some killers, these bitches, they feelin' our pimpin', they diggin' the kid and them Niggas you thinkin' be killers, they really some bitches Better go ask your lil' boy what we did to him Treat my clip like a tank and I fill it up (And I fill it up) Rando talk like a gangster and get it up (And get it up) Gained that weight off the drain, I can't give it up (I can't give it up) I'm stickin' dick in her face and she givin' up ('TIl she givin' up) I saved her number in my phone under, "Call Girl" (Under, "Call Girl") 'Cause this lil' bitch, she know how to get it up (She know how to get it up) I told these pussy-ass niggas, "It's our world" (It's our world) Get to shootin', my six so professional, uh (Brrt)