Back On The Road

Fuck a **** talkin' 'bout?

Mmm-mmm

80Apes

Phew, mmm

Scurvy, rich, and shiesty, but so icy like we Gucci 'nem

I done turned my hood to Choppa City like Lil Tucci 'nem

My lil' Muslim goonies hit your coupe just for some Rucci rims

She fuck just like a groupie, get that coochie for two Pucci bags

It's been stackin' season, been put up but now it's motion though

Need to kick that dope, I pour up cups until it overflow

Twenty-three, new Ghost up, bring that dealer, that bitch spoken for

I got so much water on my wrist, look like an ocean coast

Can't never bring my name up with no rats, I keep my work on me

Can't help everybody, soon as you tell 'em, "No," they gon' throw dirt on you

Sixty-three look like a Limousine, I threw some merch on it

Stretch a twelve, don't be the next to tell, I got the terps on me

Fuck around, be trappin' till I'm fifty, bitch, I love the life

I hate pussy ****, don't like rappers, I love mud and ice

Steve done caught a body at the store, they gave my cousin life

Went to Mexico to find a plug, I just went clubbin' twice

**** seen me come from rags to riches, tryna ride the wave

Unky said before he touch that fent', he'd rather die from AIDs

It's like twenty shooters, got ten choppers sittin' right by the stage

Looked him in his eyes, you know they pussy when they hide they chains

Problem with these ****, they ain't no different than these hoes

Seen a gangster break the code, watched a rat turn troll

Thirty 'tached on poles, forty racks on clothes

Fuck this rap shit, if it don't work, we back on road, ****