I'm Back

Cel Left the mic alone, I got my checks up and now I'm back Post a song on my story, bitches askin' do I rap I ain't trippin' over shorty, if she go then you can tap Brodie ridin' with that 40, takin' niggas off the map Yop Brodie trippin' off the drank and he done fucked his clothes up Bitches sniffin' in the room, they tryna f*ck they nose up I ain't duckin' from no nigga, I'm tryna let the pole bust I just let her hit my wood and now she tellin' me she stuck I just walked up in the room and all these hoes tryna f*ck Big Mag up on the Glock, ah f*ck around and stop a bus Never quit and never stop, I guess I learned since I grew up Yop 40 Cal up in the Glock, I'm tryna make his head loose I told her get the f*ck out cause bitch I'm tryna make music Told my brodie that we next, he said to get straight to it I had to tell him that I'm back, I found a groove and I abused it Had to empty out the clip and leave his ass up in the sewer Niggas broke with no motion, I wish my hundreds could be bluer Niggas sweet up on the net, they wish they hundreds could be pink Taryn tellin' me to drop, I told her nah cause niggas stink Feelin' good up off the skittles, high as f*ck and I can't think Bitch keep tryna go on dates, I block her ass then make her leave Turtle pie in swisher leaf, it's hot as f*ck and I can't breathe Brodie tweakin' off the za, he high as f*ck, he climbin' trees Had to leave my old bitch, she only good up on her knees Brodie said that he a cash cow, he focused on the green Yop I was fucked up for two months, I got my head back Brodie ride around with Chop, he pray to God he don't get head tapped (You bitch ass niggas better watch out, I'm coming back harder then ever nîgga) The Beginning Yop