Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Boys Are Back In Town , by - Yung Gravy. Song from the album Sensational, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 30.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
The Boys Are Back In Town |
| Ayy |
| Bitch, I'm dead fresh, I might pull up in a casket |
| You be lookin' sweet like a fuckin' fruit basket |
| Spit a couple raps, I get a check and Johnny Cash it |
| I smash it, I let your mama ride my sunglasses |
| Don't think nobody gonna fuck with me like I do |
| Look at me killin' it, motherfuckers always talkin', but damnit, I'm high too |
| That means I don't give a fuck |
| Yeah, I wanna stunt |
| I make your salary thrice in a month |
| I pay your daddy to roll up my blunts |
| And he blow your allowance to pay for my lunch |
| You ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits |
| You ain't with the shits, RAMIREZ with your bitch (Woah) |
| Ride in the back of the trunk with the pump, with a mask covering my face |
| Double the Glock 'cause I rip through the flesh |
| Inside of the Cutty with thing on my waist |
| Kick in the door, point me to the safe |
| Fuckin' the posters up with all the bass |
| Heat-seeking missiles, I load up and hit you |
| I carry the coffin and drop it in grave (Ho) |
| You ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits |
| You ain't with the shits, Pouya with your bitch |
| I'm in my zone, I'm in my element, that's daily regiment |
| I'm pullin' up to Gravy's mama's house with perfect etiquette, lil' bitch |
| (Hey Mom, look, the boys are back in town) |
| Lil' bitch, fuck that |
| They been tryna kill me 'cause my bucks fat |
| My new bitch so thick that I got lost up in the buttcrack |
| I'm ready to give my guns back |
| Hop back in the ring and I run that |
| Rid of them off that love pack |
| I'm 'bout to be gettin' my funds back |
| Smokin' up on that swamp sack |
| Cut back in the 'Lac off the Prozac |
| Pimpin' these bitches, I'm breakin 'em off as they hangin' up off my nutsack |
| Baby Bone got a bone to pick with you, yeah |
| Hold up, Ricky Bobby, I'm jacked up on Mountain Dew, yeah |
| You ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits |
| You ain't with the shits, Trippy with your bitch |
| Mozzarella, marinara |
| Put that shit up on my pasta |
| I just got the Panamera, uh |
| Only flexing 'cause I gots to |
| Bought some dope and made it water |
| Shark Boy, Taylor Lautner |
| Come for your mother and daughter |
| Puffin' the indica harder |
| I just fucked your bitch in the back of my '96 DeVille (Woah, woohoo) |
| Bitch, I'm dead fresh, I might pull up in a casket |
| You be lookin' sweet like a fuckin' fruit basket |
| Feel like I'm Houdini when your sister let me smash it |
| I dive up in the coochie handcuffed for ten minutes |
| Blindfolded, then escape, that's magic |
| Bitch |