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