back outside Pt. 2 (feat. BigE)

F*ck on ya nigga no cap (no cap) Y'all bitches all coming up average I'll likely swerve on that ass See how you want it, can't handle it? He hit, he scrambling He calling a bitch to come back Don't call me it ain't bout no stacks Don't call me just cash on that app That beat, that go dumb, it's gone slap That beat, it go dumb, it's gone slap Ass fat, he gone slap it Black, smart, and attractive Nigga on me, he active He can't get what he want All cash, no fronts Nice plate, look like lunch Ah I tell her ass don't play with me Then put in the work like an agency All that crying hun don't mean shit to me But you know it's never any guarantees She put her hands together, down on her knees Who she praying to? Nigga God or me Treat me just like the fucking Mack But I don't look like Goldie Maybe it's because of the stee Maybe the braids, the face The fact I never repeat, until the day that I'm 6 feet deep Maybe 18 because we don't f*ck with 12 Cause they quick to send a nigga to hell If she one of them she can go back outside And f*ck herself as well Back outside Back to life And you don't want it with me You don't want it with me And what am I to do? If you don't want it with me Then I don't want it with you