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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Key Glock
Key Glock
Vocals
Bandplay
Bandplay
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Krishon Gaines
Krishon Gaines
Songwriter
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bandplay
Bandplay
Producer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Let the band play)
[Verse 2]
Uh, back at it again (Yeah), yeah
I told my ****, "Quit playin', let's run up the Ms" (Ay, bruh, quit playin'), uh, yo
I hop in some' fast, do the dash, I'm gone with the wind, uh, uh, yo
I'm rollin' up blunts back-to-back in a big Maybach Benz, uh, uh, yo
[Verse 3]
This money got me in a trance, I'm goin' in
Pockets full of Benjamins
Everybody watchin' him, he ballin' again, damn
Glock 'bove the rim
Better put that shit on film (Uh), bitch, I got skills
Young **** flexin', no gym
Don't give a fuck how you feel, you know what it is, uh, uh, ****
[Verse 4]
Yo (Yeah), everybody cut-throat (Cut-throat, yeah)
Everybody on go mode (Everybody)
Whole gang on go-go (Go, gang)
Got aim like Rambo (Yeah, bow), yo
Big Ks, they jumbo (Big ol' K)
Them thangs hold hunchos (Yeah, woo, pow, pow, pow, pow), yo
[Verse 5]
Back at it again, uh
My new bitch a ten and she ain't got no friends (My new bitch)
But she pop her lil' pills (Pop)
And I crack all these seals so I cannot trip, uh (Yeah)
Codeine what I sipped up
Ain't shit changed, still keep that thang right here
Up on my hip, yeah
I just beat a case, I got caught ridin' 'round
With them thangs in my whip (My whip), uh
[Verse 6]
****, I was sticked up, yeah
Plenty sticks, yup, uh (Yeah)
They legit, but, huh (Legit)
You know how twelve act (How?)
When they see us, damn
[Verse 7]
Man, fuck them thangs (Fucked up shit)
Uh, yeah, fuck twelve, uh, yeah
Fuck jail, hold it down, never tell
If you can, make that bail
Pockets swell, God damn
I been gettin' it, can't you tell?
Hell yeah, I'm a playa
Still ain't been to Himalayas
[Verse 8]
Yeah, bitch, I'm from South Memphis
All we know is drugs and killin'
I forgot to mention pimpin'
Thank God I came out them trenches
Yeah, it's one hell of a feelin'
When you talk pennies to millions (Pennies to millions)
[Verse 9]
Uh, back at it again (Back, yeah)
I told my ****, "Quit playin', let's run up the Ms" (Yeah, stop playin' with 'em), uh, yo
I hop in some' fast, do the dash, I'm gone with the wind (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, uh), uh, uh, yo
I'm rollin' up blunts back-to-back in a big Maybach Benz (Maybach Benz)
(Back, in the back of the Maybach)
[Verse 10]
Uh, back at it again, yeah
I told my ****, "Quit playin', let's run up the Ms" (Aye, uh, yo)
I hop in some' fast, do the dash, I'm gone with the wind (Hop in some' fast), yeah
I'm rollin' up blunts back-to-back in a big Maybach Benz (Uh, uh, back-to-back)
Written by: Markeyvius Cathey
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