BACK OF THE RITZ

Lyrics

[Intro] (Franchise) [Chorus] I jump in my bag, I'm back in the mix And the trenches been askin' for this (Yeah) One of them, shit, I learned how to swim (I learned how to swim) Went down to the corner, came back with a fish (Uh-huh) I need a deal to make me a mil' Like after the tax, I ain't askin' for six (I ain't askin' for six) Ain't it ironic? I'm talkin' 'bout makin' some cheese With crackers in back of the Ritz, yeah (Shit crazy) [Verse 1] I put a bitch on a bitch, they friends Button on both of my blicks, they twins Click it and draw on them niggas, they pens Bro 'nem followed them niggas, they trends (They trends) Bitch, I'm a shark in the water for real These ain't tats on my neck, they gills (They gills) Bitch just swallowed the nigga like pills (Like) Leaned up, asked for a kiss, bitch, ew This ain't no fire drill, nigga, this real You don't wanna die in here, nigga, just chill (Just chill) We put the belt on shit on this block We ain't got no bell on the door, just knock (Just knock) We ain't got no weed right now, just rock I seen my bro cook a key, shit lock (Shit lock) You might get somethin' for free, just shop (Just shop) You don't know how look at me, just watch [Chorus] I jump in my bag, I'm back in the mix (Mix) And the trenches been askin' for this One of them, shit, I learned how to swim Went down to the corner, came back with a fish I need a deal to make me a mil' Like after the tax, I ain't askin' for six (I ain't askin' for six) Ain't it ironic? I'm talkin' 'bout makin' some cheese With crackers in back of the Ritz (Shit crazy) [Verse 2] I'm back in my B-A-G With an ARP and an AMG With a B-A-D-ass bitch I'm runnin' my movie, this shit like an AMC (Like an AMC) Back in the mix like fetty and tranq' (And tranq') You wanna score, go stand in the paint (Stand in the paint) I'm uppin' this bitch on whoever Shit, me and my Glock go together like Phen' and drank Go together like socks and shoes That city get wicked, bro, watch the news (Bro, watch the news) Entertainin' a circle of bitches A nigga ring bells like Cas'-Azul (Like Cas'-Azul) Right, the shooters wanna shoot, shit green (Green) Bitch, this not Don, this lean Bitch tryna get in my phone, shit lame 'Cause I ain't got no hoes in this phone, just fiends [Chorus] I jump in my bag, I'm back in the mix (Mix) And the trenches been askin' for this One of them, shit, I learned how to swim Went down to the corner, came back with a fish I need a deal to make me a mil' Like after the tax, I ain't askin' for six (I ain't askin' for six) Ain't it ironic? I'm talkin' 'bout makin' some cheese With crackers in back of the Ritz (Shit crazy)