Back In My Ways (feat. Matrix) (prod. Squeezey)

Squeezy tell them how to make a hit Bitch I'm from uptown That's word to my grammar In crispy white uptown's I'll still rob a scammer Fight with my fist Like I don't got a hammer Won't ever show that on camera Too many niggas That I'm not a fan of Andretti got lava lamps Lean in the Fanta Sack and a sleigh Got me feeling like Santa I'm back in my ways Feel like Tony Montana Never touched ye And I never been ape But I sleighed in the snow And this clip like bananas AP be kicking Hope it don't jam up If them pieces hitting I might pull that lamb up Ghost on these bitches I'm like Danny Phantom My knife is so sharp That I might name it Shannon Band on his head Than I'm drumming like Cannon He sung like Mariah When feds tried to jam him Couldn't be me though Circle so small That they thought we was Migos My west side homie Got grips in his chinos Getting the green Like a nigga name Celo Die before opping I'll go out like Cleo Hundred rounds popping He drop like the beat go Bring that bitch back In reverse and get real low Yea I'm all smiles But this shit could get real bro My little gunner Send shots at ya lil bro Bitch don't get popped Tryna act for the real show Nigga for real tho End up on a shirt too young It ain't nothing Just to skirt in a whip Two guns and a mask Run Ricky run But you done with the blast Hard but you broke Like a arm in a cast Uh Now you in a casket Baby on the way Now your baby is a bastard It ain't even yours Brody piping you can ask her Now you taking blue pills But it ain't Viagra Shawty let the crew kill Nigga you can have her Pussy cost nothing But a nutty and a eighth Pretty mother fucker So she pop it off face Soon I'll be on TV Feeling like Drake Bro got her TD Like his last name Jakes Real niggas Won't say shit to the jakes Set a opp up get mine Then skate Chilling at the deli And you know what I ate Ever since X died F*ck a I8 Humble young nigga in my city I'm Ace F*ck Rico Never watch what Mitch make F*ck a bitch nigga Just know that I'm straight Yea And f*ck 12 nigga Just know that I'm straight Bitch I'm from uptown That's word to my grammar In crispy white uptown's I'll still rob a scammer Fight with my fist Like I don't got a hammer Won't ever show that on camera Too many niggas That I'm not a fan of Matrix been skirting He dodging the slammer Sack and a sleigh Got me feeling like Santa I'm back in my ways Feel like Tony Montana Niggas switching sides No half time For back stabbing We leave niggas flatlined Your bitch claiming you But she all mine Giving sloppy toppy For the white slime I'll kill any beat With the right rhyme And I'll take any bitch With the right lines You thinking that shawty Ya life line But I'm fucking your wife In the night time If it's bout some bread I'm on your head No IG talk that's for the feds Could end up dead Get filled with led From knees to head The price to pay If you don't pay that's what I said Go on hunts for days Your life's a maze To duck the flame That's blazed your way Bring major payne My soldiers came Not playing games The rain gone stain your grave After them lasers aim Shit gets critical I can admit that Been a different nigga Since days of a jit facts Before no cap Back when niggas was deadass Jamaica in my blood I'm a shotta like mad max On a vivid mission Of getting straight to the racks Don't got time for bullshit Just rolled it up out the sack Get turned to a pack If niggas forget how to act Always move ellusive And keep my mental intact Shells to ya brain Leave ya head and shoulders Detached If he want some smoke Then I got the lighter to match Lebron with the cavs How I put the team on my back Kyrie with the shot The game not the same after that No time for the talking You niggas just love to chat Barking all that hot shit But when we pull up its cap Niggas should win oscars For how they putting on acts