Back On

Back on the beat so you know i'm gonna kill shit Run up on me then you know i'm gonna drill bitch Got all my brothers with me we got the steel bitch It's like i'm dunking on my haters so call me Shaquille bitch Yea you know what i do I stay in my trap house selling P's cause I want my blues Everyday day I wake up to a play that's just how I move I don't want no smoke but if you want smoke then I'll leave you like you residue Chasing a bag so i'm getting the pack it ain't to hard for me to flip it I tell them that the pack touchdown they never ask me for the ticket I can serve you anything you need there ain't no limit Trap house like a museum of exotics it's like you at an exhibit My girl bang my line and she ask me where you at I said i'm making money why you asking if you know that My ice makes the room so cold its like I broke the thermostat Every loss i'm gonna take comes with a fucking comeback You a hoe you a hoe We all know yous a fucking joke You out here flexing with that little money but i know you broke I'm an addict for the money i might just overdose My life is like the biggest movie your life is an episode Damn what did i say If you real you relate I never go to the gym but still feel i'm lifting weight If i can do it you can do it just look at me i'll demonstrate If you ain't talking about getting a bag then please get out my fucking face Please get out my fucking face We don't play stay in you place We eating everyday all I want but no buffet I hear you pussy boys talking, but you never say my name Sold 10 pounds yesterday but i do it everyday And i'm chilling with your boo Side bitch asking all these questions it's like i'm at a interview Told the bitch to leave me alone this shit discontinued Never got no time to lay down i'm only gonna focus on my fucking revenue Always ready for the smoke Gotta get it by the load Paper stacking like they bricks i'm feeling like i'm Pablo I only sell the green i ain't never had to sell no blow First i make some plays then i head to the studio Don't play me like i'm dumb I do not do this shit for fun Try me or my boys i'll show you what i will do with this gun Always hustling for the paper i only want it by the ton Better hit my line if you got the cash i don't do fronts Pussy ass nigga With no finger on the trigger Got that gun on your story but you ain't no killer Its like i'm in the jungle cause i'm only around gorillas And i know my haters plotting so i gotta keep my pistol Pussy please come try me With no guns we'll get to fighting I'm speaking truth only you can never catch me lying Gotta put some m's on that contract then i might just sign it Til that day come I'm a do my own solo rhyming