WE BACK (feat. FLAKO BILLZ)

Im gonna body whoeva Testing da set got put on a sweater I'm gonna put up the pressure Tell me I'm lying No use In tryin bringing the heat any weather I did what I did for the betta Ima keep palming this bread like a tella Not there for the ride nigga so I dead ha All pride to the side You gettin left Not there for the ride F*ck competition In for the win I started da mission Shit not a game Not one of dem niggas That's in for da fame Shawty she on me can't fw a lame We started rapping n everything changed Own motivation I guess I'm ta blame Yeah They said they ain't see us Time started flyin they feenin for us But I do dis for fun always trust inda gut Niggas be hatin n bitches be fakin But think I won't say it like bitch is you dumb See thru da pain nigga wealth ova fame Nigga Gotta stay sturdy man It's rule of thumb Gang Gang yea we back Movin w flak masked up Keep it tac like Yeah yeah yeah move back Stepped in da room Calm drip no cap like But she wanna up da Barretta I told ha she Fine but she gotta move Cleva No cap if I'm in for the dub then this musics Foreva She getting tipsy where she from Like bullets gon rip through his bun Im tryna click on his top make en run Oh he want smoke throw em ina blunt On 50 so don't tryna front Where his bro they sent him 2 da sun Rundown gang chase em til he done We really on point tryna catch a mon We really on go we he at Tryna knock off his off his kufi and cap Nigga died w a pole on his lap He bitch tryn eat up da guys ina trap Like I'm tryna beat up the cat Like i'm on they block movin tact w da strap Them Niggas kids allem niggas bitches On they block hop out i keep on moving hot Oh he want smoke beat em til he drop Yo mellz he lacking right there by the spot Lil nigga dissin alot but never gon say what We did on dat block Oh he movin slimey we wipin his snot Like come knuckle up gaf what you got Opp niggas dissin tryna start sum Like i gotta dead opp up in my blunt Take her shoppin get her what she want Creep thru back on bro i got da front She a rock tryna get me rump Like She getting naughty feelin ona mon Like She tryna teach me alla her thotty Stunts Roll a opp make sure it gotta punch Im outside buggin w a knock Off a bean but pass me da wok If he jacking da shh ina box Where he go he ducking his top Aii bet she just sent the drop Beat her back til she tell me stop Ona wheel dashing from da cops Pop me a bean got me movin hot Don't get shot hanging w da opps She getting neak tryn ride on top Like i'm i'm tryna flock til he drop Add alil toe but don't add a lot Oh my god what happen to Go like i'm tryna flock til he drop I hope i see them again Im gonna body whoeva Testing da set Got put on a sweater I'm gonna put up the pressure Tell me I'm lying No use In tryin bringing the heat any weather I did what I did for the betta Ima keep palming this bread like a tella Not there for the ride nigga so I dead ha All pride to the side You gettin left Not there for the ride F*ck competition In for the win I started da mission Shit not a game Not one of dem niggas That's in for da fame Shawty she on me can't fw a lame We started rapping n everything changed Own motivation I guess I'm ta blame