Back At It

(Hold up, hold up, why you wanna play) (We coulda been superstars and then you went away) (Hold up, hold up, why you wanna play) (We coulda been superstars and then you went away) (Look, yeah) They tryna play with tha wrong one Get a luh homie to dome one (quick) I might just step fa myself ian been in tha feild ina minute its makin me sick Drum on tha tactical 12 guage wit a laser to point out a bitch Keep speaking on nate bitch I know where you stay I might just pull up and spray I might just f*ck on yo momma my name in yo mouf and she callin me bae I might just cook fa yo granny and eat with yo family cause I wanna see if they pray Cause you know they gone need it when i take yo life bitch I might just start that today Yo momma just rang on my phone and yo granny just made me a plate Ian gotta go to tha hills and pick up luh homie cause he gone be right in my face I tried to take em to church and tell em to chill but he want a body he crazy I helped him stack up his gwalla when he was a toddler now he 16 wit a safe He told me big homie I know you retired but bitch I got tha keys on the way I need the keys gone today I need me a play Momma just told me she late Murder fa hire walk down and fire you know it don't matter as long as im paid I can go pick up the chicken from Phil n chill at the lake (Naw bihh these nihhs keep speakin on my name so i might let you go handle that) (Bet) They tryna play with tha wrong one Get a luh homie to dome one (quick) I might just step fa myself ian been in tha feild ina minute its makin me sick Drum on tha tactical 12 guage wit a laser to point out a bitch Keep speaking on nate bitch I know where you stay I might just pull up n spray I get tired of rapping bout killing drug dealing and pimping Thats all that I know man thats all that im living Got a six figure business but still out here stealing Still tryna get me a P Still tryna trap outta Russia Still tryna touch me a mil before I go back to them streets (f*ck it, im already in to deep) Im back at it, see im in tha streets like a crack addict I still like to squabble never stop stealing n robbing you know i still backpack it (aye) Im out tha hills but you know that im good everywhere They know my name in tha streets im cold at them shoulders They gone need about 3 to fight fair They gone need about 4 if luh buck wimmie Either way man its over I swear Use to ride down in some penny loafers now the AR is tucked in Moncler Im rocking pacsun I got tha pack son just give me the drop and im there (Just give me the drop and im there) (Idk why they keep tryna f*ck with a young nigga man) (On Gang) They tryna play with tha wrong one Get a luh homie to dome one (quick) I might just step fa myself ian been in tha feild ina minute its makin me sick Drum on tha tactical 12 guage wit a laser to point out a bitch Keep speaking on nate bitch I know where you stay i might just pull up n spray