Back On My Shit

Lyrics

[Intro] "Termanology" Check "Melks" It's Payne I'm 'bout to smoke this motherfucker Check [Verse] Back on my shit like I never left, rappers are bitches, I never rest Packaging piff in a Everfresh, mac with the clip and the leather vest Stacking my chicken and cheddar next, Malcolm at the window, that's the letter X Bullets airborne, bitch, leather necks, from here on, get your feathers wеt I'm still on the grind, my niggas still on my mind, bitch, I'm 'bout to go kill them this time I'm planning your wakе, Caesar, the Planet of Apes, shit, I got gorillas in line Still in my prime, they see me drumming, Lord Tariq with the heater, we're Peter Gunning Buddy, come get the liter, your meter running, chopper sound like a ton of the zebra coming Shit, I never been lacking at all, I keep my back to the wall, splatter your dogs Niggas been fiending for dope, my homies tell me the streets been having withdrawals I had to evolve, no way no magic involved, load up the ladders and all Shatter your skull, all of these rappers are dog, get buried in back of my yard Dopest alive, listen, just soak up the vibe, I'm focused, I woke up at 5 A soldier with pride, burners got multiple sides, approach it, get closer to God Roll with the mob, this what I'm 'spposed to provide, like ho, this a whole different vibe Totaled your high, bullets hit shoulders and thighs, bitch, I'm bout to go to Dubai This is the difference between us, we're playing in different arenas You could hate, but your bitch on my penis, got a K and she thick as Serena This shit sound like a brick in a Beamer, in the kitchen, they whip up Katrina Fuck a plug, my vision was cleaner, tell the judge go get that subpoena See all that capping shit is laughable, this rapping shit is tactical Run up in these labels like them crackers did the Capitol You lacking, I'ma capture you, clap at you for attitude Classic, nigga, full metal jacket worth of shrapnel I've risen out the dead, feeling like I'm Jesus I've been giving out my bread, look at the pigeons I done fed You niggas been misled, that will get you groupies hurt Little uzi vert had something shiny sticking out your head, yeah I might roll an L, but I ain't taking one I serve them fresh, bullets burn your chest like Jamaican rum Your favorite rapper's favorite rapper, I'm their favorite one We're waving guns, soon as the laser done, then the razor come Payne [Outro] It's the fuck I'm talking 'bout We at you niggas every week Aye Term, you keep sending them, I keep burning them the fuck down EIMG Let's go