Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song BACK ON MY SH*T , by - Jaden. Release date: 24.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
BACK ON MY SH*T |
| Yuh |
| We don’t stress, we gon' roll |
| Catch your plane to the show |
| Get your money, then you go |
| Get your money, then you go |
| Put the bass on a million, silly face on a trillion |
| Don’t think they know who they dealin' with |
| Ain’t no homage it’s a pilgrimage |
| Feel it yet, feel it yet, feel it yet, feel it yet |
| I’ma handle that in a sec', CAA got me in a mess |
| In a mess, in a mess, in a mess, in a mess |
| Had to step up out the trenches |
| Better stay up out my mentions |
| I’m aware of your extensions |
| We should just handle the tension, huh |
| Well give me a second cause me and the club bout to trap with the MSFTS, |
| let’s go |
| I think I’m done with the flexing (Flex) |
| This is a different direction |
| The next generation collection |
| I just hope you get the message |
| Feel it yet, feel it yet, feel it yet, feel it yet |
| I ain’t stressing bout the SMS |
| Think the plane had to redirect |
| Into that, intellect, intellect, intellect |
| Tried to get it, had to intersect |
| Skin cold, is it winter yet? |
| Talk stock prices with the interest |
| But you prolly never seen me in a vest |
| Stop playing like this isn’t chess |
| I could give a fuck about the internet |
| Skate Kitchen on the road |
| Here we go, moving fast, ain’t moving slow |
| And we wildin' through the city like a storm |
| Put the fire in the whip, handle business |
| ERYS run the city, he a menace |
| They want me to stay, I’m gone, they tell me «we're sorry» |
| I’ma pull up in an X, and fuck a Ferrari |
| When I walk into the spot, they checking the water |
| Niggas is playing the games, this isn’t Atari |
| Don’t even know where I’m at, car going way too fast |
| Need a couple duffel bags, I’m tryna keep track of the cash, yeah |
| Put it on autopilot cause we finna crash, yeah |
| When we pull up to the party, we dip and dash, I’m gone |
| And I’m gone, tell ‘em I’m sorry |
| Done with Chanel, done with that Cartier |
| She don’t wanna wear no bracelet |
| She just want Supreme, grip tape shit, let’s go |
| Yuh, ayy |
| I done with all the ice |
| Yuh, ayy, yuh, let’s go |
| You already know what it is, Skate Kitchen vision |
| See you in ERYS, ERYS way |
| Yuh |
| Skate with me my only one |
| Take my hands 'til the sun comes out |
| If you don’t fall then we’re not in love |
| With the concrete jungle it’s where we all come from |