Finally Back (feat. Philly Heat)

No trust, now I sleep with my pole Put me in that room bet I wouldn't fold I could name a couple guys who told Tryna grind so I be rich and old If you love me, baby let me know Got the FN, it isn't for show Bullets is hitting his body real slow He tried to run, but it's nowhere to go Free all my bros stuck up in the hole She wanna f*ck cause she like how I roll Word-a-bro I'll never sell my soul I be talking to god and he hear it I hope I remember seeing bricks of dope It was cold in the trap windows broke No blanket I slept with my coat No trust now I sleep with my pole Put me in that room bet I wouldn't fold I could name a couple guys who told Tryna grind so I be rich and old If you got the za, I get it sold She my heart and she like how I rap Said she a baddie, she throwing it back All of the opps started running track, Spinning on they strip we gone leave them flat If you can't hold the knock, I can't cuff that Said you f*ck with my opps, can't trust that Tryna get to the breesh and get up fast Word-a-bro I be counting dumb cash And I know they mad I'm back I can't love on no thot that's a fact Make her buy me 11s, that's word to the 7 and she won't get her money back Stay with a stone, Bando let it clap Free all the members, we gone get 'em back Spin on they block, aiming for his hat Juju that's my heart, turn a bowl to cash And they know me and Ling getting money Catch a opp we gone do him like Sonny Think I'm a rapper, he think that it's funny Heard he got lined by a bitch, he a dummy Putting pain in every song cause when I was young it was hard to get food in my tummy I swear we be spinning for fun, I pull out my Glockesha and left his nose runny Like they ain't care when I was broke I don't give a f*ck if they care now Used to fiend for a band, but I'm there now Go in public with Bape's, and they stare now I say f*ck 'em Word-a-bro, I could never trust 'em All them tooties, I can not cuff 'em It's a movie, we finna dust 'em, like If you love me, baby let me know I got the FN, it isn't for show Bullets is hitting his body real slow Like he tried to run, but it's nowhere to go Free all my bros stuck up in the hole She wanna f*ck cause she like how I roll And word-a-bro I'll never sell my soul I be talking to god and he hear it I hope Like I remember seeing bricks of dope It was cold in the trap windows broke I had no blanket I slept with my coat Got no trust now I sleep with my pole Put me in that room bet I wouldn't fold Like I could name a couple guys who told Tryna grind so I be rich and old If you got the za, I could get it sold