Back In Town

And I'm back in the yo let's go Flipping packs in the back of the trap where you niggahs cant go And I'm actually strapped with a pole Smoking action pack I just might load up and go F*ck a ratchet cat she throw it back like a pro Fucking back to back her pussy good shoulda known While I ride with runts tryna up the score While I'm riding with this dough who want the smoke Exotic drip I just like buying exotic shit A lot of sticks you can get put in the coffin Surrounded by robbers and killers My niggahs gone get ya You talking get slapped with a 40 I'm really retarded Don't get shit started Or you and yo niggahs be targets Got choppas and carbines My shootas They heartless Lil freaky bitch pulling the dick out the garment Say you want smoke that's one hell of a battle Wanna know about me gotta flip big chapters Me and my niggahs don't f*ck with the hassle We strapped in the bricks people care for a battle Big choppa snake i like the way that It rattle When the choppa quake I like the sound that it make Big 45 like the way that it shake Showing love to my fam can't switch up on the gang I feel like I'm lost in the field I guess that I'm to attached to the jungle I'm strapped with a 9 my heater as hot as a the oven ready to dispose you Can't beef with these niggahs these niggahs be scary as f*ck acting like these hoes do I'm stacking my cheddar up I will not f*ck up my bag beefing bout some old news I had to get up and get it can't fumble my bag by fucking these lil bitty bitches I had to cop me a semi these niggahs be tripping Got switches on all of my blickys Ian ducking no smoke but I'm ducking this hoe f*ck the bitch with the see through Windows If I say let's go den you already know my gang gone send em home Sending shots clutching this pole We smashed his car tryna be bold Keep on fucking with my gang you gone die before you old Say buddy died tryna reload We sending shots straight to the dome Let's smoke some Za tryna get gone Spin the block fucking freak hoes And I'm back in the yo let's go Flipping packs in the back of the trap where you niggahs cant go And I'm actually strapped with a pole Smoking action pack I just might load up and go Yeah I'm back inna A so let's get it I'm sliding Round with my motherfucking gremlin's I'm riding round still clutching on switches I get back in town I can't f*ck with these bitches It's going down Yeah my money loud I be inna clouds On the way to my mission Betta turn around I don't do the crowds We can get em out Get em smoked with diss blicky Take a trip to the yo with lil Quan Can't no niggah test us he retarted im dumb Dey say we so crazy get em offed with a Thumb Yeah while we still running our funds and clutching a gun Ain't nobody stopping us Dey really mad they hang and can't rock with us Dey hella mad that we rich running Profit Upp We been working & rapping got a lotta bucks... still cannot f*ck with usand At all We just tryna ball Grinding til we fall We just hit da mall Said he back in the yo with his hoes Said I'm in da A but I'm just with the bros To use to this static had to switch to a pole Running it upp trap it out tap it out get em gone I like being alone Only way i can think I can neva wrong Just pick up the headphones hop straight on a song Just mute out the world let the beat take control Cause lul q on a roll Yeah snappin back to back Yeah I get featured every track You know my lyrics neva lack I keep a stick f*ck all the chat I'm tired playing Yeah I'm really done for real on the ville I just want bands and I swear that I can't chill don't want no thrill don't need no fans