Comeback

Aye, Aye Aye, I was never here, don't tell 'em nothin' Saturn, open the gates Imma leave him dead A-A-A-Aled got another one Yeah, Aye Uh, Uh, Uh I might've dipped for a minute, but I've been improving and shit for a living Stay cooked like a kitchen If he wanting death he can get it All them diss that he text, I ain't read it Don't know where you heading, but I'm heading straight for the top Where the youngins hate seeing me winning So brodie just listen, 'cause I gotta message that all of the real ones be getting, let's get It Put a punch in his mouth, give him something to eat 'cause his ego too high, got his girl in my sheets Always pack like a lunchable, keeping my heat Got a xanny on me, got a plan B on me I made him overthink, 'cause he ran up on me 'cause that's all he can do while he laying in sleep I don't snake with paranas, I'm running with thieves Pick a lock, pick a jewel, then we sell it for green That boy he went missing, no life, with a knife, in the sky Where the gods and the angels provide Keeping fye, keep an eye, like it's gas then I'm high If the red matching blue then we run for our lives He ain't smoking, I'll smoke him A gun or I'll poke him Like lotion, I'm all on her body with motion I think I broke her, too much of that ho shit A tag on his toe with the heat on my hip, so I'm keeping his toe lit Light up bozo, like he was a candle His tape flopped, sandle Choppa got a handle Grindin' for the lambo Shooting shit, rambo Bass on the speakers going crazy with the fans though Turn his show to my show Spitting flames like pyro Kill, get my money back, insurance, geico Shorty at my door but I don't wanna pipe ho Wake up, frozen in your dream, I'm a demon You've seen the reaper, now you 'bout to see jesus We made it now everyone wanna please us We send him up, now we put him beneath us Y'all international, I don't need a visa You flexing cars, ese when is that lease up? I got three phones, but the fake never reach us You can give us time but that ain't finna teach us Aye, I might've dipped for a minute, but I've been improving and shit for a living Stay cooked like a kitchen If he wanting death he can get it All them diss that he text, I ain't read it Don't know where you heading, but I'm heading straight for the top Where the youngins hate seeing me winning So brodie just listen, 'cause I gotta message that all of the real ones be getting, lets get It, Uh