Back Again (feat. Lil Durk)

Tay Keith, fuck these **** up

Blast his ass

I don't even ask, when it come to cash, they catch him, blast his ass

Jam get out that jam, I gave him fifty, ain't gotta ask again

He was catchin' murders way back then, that's when the MACs was in

I don't drink that red or that green, bring back the Act' again

Fucked her, then she told me that she hate me, now she back again

And you still alive, you better be lucky, ain't no traffickin'

Hate they ass so much, we dig 'em up and tell 'em, "Die again"

I can hit that club all by myself long as my strap is in

**** told me all the rappers pussy, I ain't no rapper then

They told 'em what type of car I was in, I had to go get it wrapped again

Said when I get on, ain't no more thots, we fuckin' actresses

Bitch, you know we lyin', we fuckin' thotties on the mattresses

Aye, pop out like a ghost, they like, "Prince Dre, boy, he back again" (Uh)

If a body movin', I spin back again, clap again (Uh)

I be in the 'Nolia with a choppa like I'm Soulja Slim (Uh)

O'Block, them my brothers, but 300, that's my woadie nem

Them be my fuckin' partners (Be my fuckin' woo)

I be movin' through this bitch, ain't worried 'bout no oppers (Ain't worried 'bout no, ooh)

I'm a fuckin' shotta, and I'm dreaded like a Rasta

I been runnin' up that bag, I been trappin' out that Charger (Skrrt)

Foenem screamin', "Get back," you know I'm with that (Uh)

Long live Baby Boy, T-Roy, can't forget Hec

Project baby, 6-4 shawty, got it on my back (Uh)

Chopper bullet, make 'em somersault, then put 'em on his back (Boom, boom)

I ain't tryna squash no beef, **** (Squash no beef, ****)

We into it till you die, real street **** (Real street, ****)

At your funeral, I might just slide, rest in pee, **** (Rest in pee, ****)

Shoot up everybody that's outside

Bet Wooski feel this one (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

I bet Wooski still twitchin'

He changed, somethin' different

I got clips like Mel Gibson (Yeah)

All full, with none empty

I know **** scared to come around when I pop out outside (I know it)

I done gave **** whole head starts, and still I hawk 'em down (What? Boom, boom)

That shit crazy (Damn)

Krump was doin' all that woofin', and he ain't even make it (Damn)

Melly got shot in the party, started Harlem shakin' (Damn, damn, damn)

If the pigs keep tweakin', I'ma start fryin' bacon (Boom, boom)

The difference between me and you, is you be askin', I be takin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Blast his ass

I don't even ask, when it come to cash, they catch him, blast his ass

Jam get out that jam, I gave him fifty, ain't gotta ask again

He was catchin' murders way back then, that's when the MACs was in

I don't drink that red or that green, bring back the Act' again

Fucked her, then she told me that she hate me, now she back again

And you still alive, you better be lucky, ain't no traffickin'

Hate they ass so much, we dig 'em up and tell 'em, "Die again"

I can hit that club all by myself long as my strap is in