Ain't Going Back

It's 5 o'clock and I'm outside lurking tryna blow a sack 20s in my hand, 50s in my pants, I might just blow a rack,put one ' in the air for all my niggas who ain't here And for my hitters in the cell, when they come home, they ain't goin' back I think it's time for me to take off, Plug in with myself, now I'm a big dog Steppin' on their neck, they got me pissed off Once I'm in that mood, you niggas criss-rock Trappin', all morning, tryna make this money If I don't, can't get my dick hard If you ain't got no money in your pocket, it's embarrassing Learn to make a dollar, make your moves, and start sharin' shit Soon you go broke, it ain't nobody try hearin' shit I learned to drive the boat, now I'm the goat, now niggas cherish it I'm still ridin' with the Glock and a four-pound Cus any given second it's go down Mama always told me, slow down But I don't caught a bond with the four-pound I gotta have my gun when they go down I don't trust nobody, Unless bro round Pop out with drags and show off Now my lil' niggas at your house Tie you up, piss on your couch And take all the funds out your counts It's five o'clock, I'm outside lookin Tell them, blow a sack Twenty in my hand, fifty in my pants I'ma just blow a rack Put one in the air for all my niggas who ain't hearin I'ma hit this in the ceiling They come home, they ain't goin' back Couldn't grab me, all they perkin Watch me throw it back At first, they had me throwed off But the feeling was the perfect match Free my brothers out the ceiling Make sure that they ain't goin' back And my cousin boys, well, can't wait till I can throw them racks Remember I was broke when I just see the money comin' in Don't take this for a joke If I go broke, shit, I'm back, runnin' in Got here for like sixteen Off the bookie, he put a hundred in Me and this lil' Glock right here Take over a hundred men Nigga, I'm that nigga, huh They know how I rock it, huh You know I'm that nigga, huh And I don't do no talkin', huh Catch a nigga like it With a bandage and a coffin My motherfuckin' soul I'm really dead, Miami Dolphin It's five o'clock, I'm outside lookin Tell them, blow a sack Twenty in my hand, fifty in my pants I'ma just blow a rack Put one in the air for all my niggas who ain't hearin I'ma hit this in the ceiling They come home, they ain't goin' back Bitch, we the movement, we take over shit Remember, I was broke, that shit over with Y'all ain't the only ones that stand over shit I come through and get all of your soldiers hit All that hatin' shit get you and all your thugs overheat Nigga, we outside for real We livin' this life, talkin' crazy You get five for real Nigga, that's the price When you fuckin' with the gods for real We'll end your life And that's just how it feel Stop playin', roll the dice I'll see how it end It's five o'clock, I'm outside lookin Tell them, blow a sack Twenty in my hand, fifty in my pants I'ma just blow a rack Put one in the air for all my niggas who ain't hearin All my hitters in the cell When they come home, they ain't goin' back It's five o'clock, I'm outside lookin Tell them, blow a sack Twenty in my hand, fifty in my pants I'ma just blow a rack Put one in the air for all my niggas who ain't hearin All my hitters in the cell When they come home, they ain't goin' back