Back on My Feet

They ain't really fucking with me

They be showing fake love

They just wanna turn up with me

They just wanna hit the club

They ain't really with a ****

They just wanna smoke my weed

They just wanna take a picture

They just wanna drink my lean

I be on that money shit

****, this that money team

I be on that junkie shit

****, I'm a money fiend

I was locked up in Virginia

'Cause I hit for thirty G's

Once them crackers let me out

I got right back on my feet

I got right back on my feet

I got right back on my feet

And I'm still finesse, and I be flexing, ****, you know me

I ain't talking cereal, you know I got that loop on me

All my **** on them beans

We higher than Pluto, B

We can hit no licks 'cause if them crackers get you, you gon' sing

If it come down to it, I know what you gon' do

So homie, I ain't taking chances trying to fuck with you

Oh my God, that Kodak Black

Oh, he just so fucking cute

They know they can't see Lil' Black

****, I'm that fucking dude

I will pull up on a **** block, and I will photoshoot

They that wanna hit the cut with me and hit no photo booth

They ain't really fucking with me

They be showing fake love

They just wanna turn up with me

They just wanna hit the club

They ain't really with a ****

They just wanna smoke my weed

They just wanna take a picture

They just wanna drink my lean

I be on that money shit

****, this the money team

I be on that junkie shit

****, I'm a money fiend

I was locked up in Virginia

'Cause I hit for thirty G's

Once them crackers let me out

I got right back on my feet

They just wanna hit the scene with me and get on Instagram

I remember eating Boyardee, but now I'm eating shrimp

He just wanna get a name off me, I won't fuck with him

They just wanna get some fame off me, I won't fuck with them

Why your girl be on my Twitter? Swear I'm 'bout to block the bitch

I won't let her touch a ****

She can't even suck my dick

I just wanna change my life

I just hope I get a deal

I just wanna cash out on a check and buy my Mom a crib

They ain't really fucking with me

They be showing fake love

They just wanna turn up with me

They just wanna hit the club

They ain't really with a ****

They just wanna smoke my weed

They just wanna take a picture

They just wanna drink my lean

I be on that money shit

****, this the money team

I be on that junkie shit

****, I'm a money fiend

I was locked up in Virginia

'Cause I hit for thirty G's

Once them crackers let me out

I got right back on my feet

I got right back on my feet

I got right back on my feet

I got right back on my feet