Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back on My Feet, artist - K FixDate of issue: 07.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Back on My Feet |
| I’m back on my feet |
| I fuck up a bag and I get me a severed |
| I get that shit back in a week |
| We don’t know nothing of spazing a track you could bet |
| Then we bringing the heat |
| My partner go home with that one eye |
| Had no-one down |
| Bouta get back on my feet |
| I’m back on my feet |
| I’m back on my feet |
| Talked on the concrete (mane) |
| Got a knife on me like I’m Dundee selling dumb B |
| Tryna make a stretch like I’m here for ya for one piece |
| Hear the trap and hopefully I make it back in one piece |
| Take another puff from the blunt now I’m comfy (yeah) |
| Burners to the trunch tryna compete |
| Want the roll up with the pump in the front seat |
| That a hum beat |
| Going ham nigga lunch meat |
| Straight from the bottom so they struck and they new to me |
| Selling customers that huff before a nigga hit puberty |
| Usually getting a trailer cause they be thugging as you can see |
| Man I’ve been a protest so it’s prolly none to get euphemist sipping lean |
| Screw face you were talking with two of me |
| And I maneuver like the hoodsta |
| I’m just send a bruh to the streets |
| Run a school of hard nuts criminals tooling me |
| Now I cock by running my heater all of would cool me |
| I’m just another nigga with ambitions of masses |
| That gon' sell it done my flip but just to tickle my fans |
| And whipping it prolly with the ambulance |
| Still on that bad bit keeping it real |
| If someone cock it up they shoot with the pan jig |
| And I guarantee nobody finna take a penny from me |
| Cause I’m thugging and I’m strapped to the T |
| And if I get desperate |
| I stretch out a couple of suckas |
| We gas em I’m back on my feet |
| I’m back on my feet |
| I fuck up a bag and I get me a severed |
| I get that shit back in a week |
| We don’t know nothing of spazing a track you could bet |
| Then we bringing the heat |
| My partner go home with that one eye had no-one down |
| Bouta get back on my feet |
| I’m back on my feet |
| I’m back on my feet |
| I talked with other people |
| And they never put a buckle on my house and man |
| They saying David don’t forget to be shit |
| Living in the struggle tried to be a part of double |
| Anytime we see Colombo man we gotta play some defence |
| Hit em with the bronco they blank when it’s hard |
| Till they drop it in the pod I’ma hit em with the remix |
| Time to get a nine man |
| I got what you want now get shot pop, pop gotta fire like the phoenix |
| Prolly make a mother I’ma whip it into Pyrex |
| Got no scale like I weighing with the nine tails |
| Run up off the block I guarantee that limo lifeless |
| Got it off for slugging it on I feel like the Isis |
| Hit em with the burden with they aching out they eye shift |
| Silence we can get sicker than the virus |
| Tyrant fly more heads than a pilot |
| Fight like Mike Tyson but I guess I have hepatitis |
| Money any time fuck ya hand on the watch |
| And I get no sleep sticking gaup to my crotch |
| I need to get my hands on a kilo of rocks |
| So I can get back to the fiends on the block |
| Cops tried to raid my house like my Mary in a box |
| Man it ain’t no wonder why I’m carrying the Glock |
| Tell em why ya should suck my dick it’d be the cherry on the top |
| Every day I pray to god that I never get caught |
| I’m back on my feet |
| I fuck up a bag and I get me a severed |
| I get that shit back in a week |
| We don’t know nothing of spazing a track you could bet |
| Then we bringing the heat |
| My partner go home with that one eye had no-one down |
| Bouta get back on my feet |
| I’m back on my feet |
| I’m back on my feet |
| Here I go I’m hopeless tricks, tricks in my sleeve man it’s hocus pocus |
| You ain’t gotta tell em that the dopest |
| Wrote this wrote by dope |
| I smoke hella dope to cope with |
| The fact that I’m broke but I hold my focus |
| You ain’t fucking with the god (?) |
| Peter Parson I’m taught like Jehovah notice |
| I ain’t care for shit but ya boy been scoping |
| Rip them open sick of rollers |
| Sick of weed tryna split a fucking ibuprofen |
| Between a migraine and an IV |
| Open in my veins I’m feeling kinda violent spoken |
| Like a sane maniac that’s an oxymoron |
| I’m for sure one |
| You don’t wanna test in the icy long run |
| And I suggest you just invest whatever’s left in a box of corpse one |
| Start the four run |
| Long time coming from the bottom of the bottle |
| Pray to (?) that I made my way made my pay |
| Pay do’s in the same two 8−0-8's |
| God I’m banging out the beasts like a ok |
| Wanna talk that shit I can run that fade on that ass real quick |
| Quick comeback bang, bang put it on my motherfucking life on pay |
| I’m back on my feet |
| I fuck up a bag and I get me a severed |
| I get that shit back in a week |
| We don’t know nothing of spazing a track you could bet |
| Then we bringing the heat |
| My partner go home with that one eye had no-one down |
| Bouta get back on my feet |
| I’m back on my feet |
| I’m back on my feet |