Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Back For Everything , by - Kodak Black. Release date: 24.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Back For Everything |
| Ayy, ayy, I’m back for everything |
| You heard me? |
| Ya, ayy, ya, ayy |
| .40 goin' off, don’t make no pitstop |
| Bussin' down the E-Way with my bitch |
| Why you steady schemin'? |
| Boy, you rich now, ayy |
| 'Cause I fell in love with hittin' licks |
| When this shit get ugly, bring the sticks out |
| I am not that nigga to be dissed |
| Catch a body, duck off at my bitch house |
| But I promise I don’t tell her shit |
| Check my ring, I’m ballin' with my wrist |
| I’m back for everything I ever missed, yeah |
| I been gettin' paper ever since |
| I ran up out of that cage like I’m a |
| Double up gang, but I ain’t talkin' Rick Ross |
| Double up gang, I took this shit from Wiz |
| Rest in piece my nigga, but it’s his fault |
| The way you let him kill you like a jitt |
| Talkin' to Wam, he sayin' the same, did you like a lame |
| You ain’t give a damn, the up in chains, and I was already in pain |
| VVS chains, chain, eli with my main |
| Droppin' chains, dirty game, bustin' down my fame |
| .40 goin' off, don’t make no pitstop |
| Bussin' down the E-Way with my bitch |
| Why you steady schemin'? |
| Boy, you rich now, ayy |
| 'Cause I fell in love with hittin' licks |
| When this shit get ugly, bring the sticks out |
| I am not that nigga to be dissed |
| Catch a body, duck off at my bitch house |
| But I promise I don’t tell her shit |
| Ayy, zoolin' at the house fuckin' with TikToks, yeah |
| I been goin' viral with my jitts, ya |
| My gun got a drum, I call this muhfuckin' hip-hop |
| Hop out the car, tear up a niggas hip |
| Paralyzed from waist down, that’s sposed to be yo' homie? |
| Every time I’m in H-Town so much I drink some codeine |
| Christian Louboutin, I’m steppin' red bottoms like my toes bleed |
| My daddy never spent no time with me, still bought all my Rollies |
| I ain’t even in my prime but a young nigga on top |
| I ain’t even twenty five, still quarter million on a watch |
| Back for everything that’s for mine and everything I forgot |
| And everything that I lost and everything to be got |
| Even realer, I want yo' spot |
| .40 goin' off, don’t make no pitstop |
| Bussin' down the E-Way with my bitch |
| Why you steady schemin'? |
| Boy, you rich now, ayy |
| 'Cause I fell in love with hittin' licks |
| When this shit get ugly, bring the sticks out |
| I am not that nigga to be dissed |
| Catch a body, duck off at my bitch house |
| But I promise I don’t tell her shit |