Came Back

Lyrics

[Part I] [Verse 1: Murda Mook] Look, they keep begging me to come back And do the battle in but I already run that I got the handle, now it's time to get the jump shot It's time to treat the whole game like it's young hot Yeah, the sun hot, I got the sunblock I run the spot, shoot a nickname fun dot On the shot, pack it up like a lunch box I told the heavy metal, never let the punks rock Who iller than me, nobody, I'm hungry But on these beats, I'm so cocky So locky, I'm still on that bullshit Come try me, hit your ass with the full clip Top, show your little dogs how to move dick You gеt your shit pushed when you try pull shit Then I'll havе your body make you [?] Badges and yellow tape decorate your lobby I'm about to go in, no, not rolling, you know But when a nigga pull the flow, time to get the ivy No disrespect, I know I'm the hottest I'm going over the hood like a coat in the closet I don't give a motherfuck if you don't like me Spit fire, yeah, try to give it up nicely Then put it down, not the money, I need it So now it's fuck you, if it ain't my money, I mean it Nigga, I'm a murderer, mugging up the burn it up Pop a shot, drop a nigga top like a convertible No, I ain't concerned with them, niggas that be calling shit If the label's fucking up, run up in them offices Break all porcelains, that's who they check box Start niggas CDs, smash streams on a laptop One, the bread, fuck the feds and they snapshots They just mad to see a young nigga hit the jackpot J had 'em all wrong, I'm going to the mat lock 'Cause mat locker, them niggas, they got niggas rep drop Fuck that, niggas squeeze on me, I'ma fuck that Metal belly head, vice grips through his nut sack Shit, and I'ma squeeze them 'til his nuts crack And make 'em scream agony, I got the lust for that I wear the gloves for that, so don't nothing match A nigga run up on me, no, he ain't coming back [Interlude] Hey 1, 2 1, 2, 3 Yeah [Verse 2: Lola Monroe] When I step up in it, I'm thinking Nazi All eyes on me like a pazi Stars get star struck like paparazzi Riding in a Maserati with the top reese Why you with the blue eyes like a Nazi Haters, get your act together, this is not TV Yeah, they saw me on the bottom, then it's blocky But I feel nothing, ain't no bluffing There's no stopping, why we shopping? Go, baby, I'm ten, go get out a pot If you ain't thinking mad, now we on a destin' This ain't a problem, they saying, "Go get 'em" They be like, "I got 'em" Catch me on an island, in the water midas Such a role model, another hundred thousand [Part II] [Verse 3: Cory Gunz] People be saying I don't know what I be saying I don't know, what, I'm probably out of my fuckin' noodles He don't need to be playin' inside that we playin' We inside, cause he's lying inside of his fucking pupils If you would picture me, playing what I be saying What, I know, why don't you try to be fucking [?] Pull me worse, or it's worse, write a verse With the cursive and each word in cursive First the verse, switch the surface, kick dirt, who know? Flippin' on shit like I know you though Here to take you though, kidnapper who naps the kids Like I'm an [?] who take you though [?] Can't nobody see nobody, people Person pigeon point 'em out, he goin' [?] I don't leave 'em crazy So cocky