Lyrics
Yeah
Bitch I came right back
Now they sayin' that I changed
It's really like that
Man I heard that you was gang
But where your stripes at
See all that talkin' on the net
Look we don't type back
It's really like that
Bitch I came right back
Now they sayin' that I changed
It's really like that
Man I heard that you was gang
But where your stripes at
See all that talkin' on the net
Look we don't type back
It's really like that
See I'm from Carson California, West Side of the bridge
Either you was out on the field or you was down on the bench
See I was staying at mama house, paying half on the rent
You see they turned their back on me, so I hit the gas in this Benz
I know Lotto and DBoy on some day one shit
As long as we still here just know A1 lives
I probably got a little wiser, but I ain't changed one bit
I been told you about the music, but yall aint play my shit
I been at it
Even when I had the braids they didn't tap in
Now I grew the beard out I'm feeling like Bin Laden
Burgundy my squad, QB like FItzpatrick
Never fake or never fraud don't ever get this shit backwards
I was raised off the Boo Yaa Tribe, we built different
So I don't care bout who y'all got, my team winnin'
And now I got some change, so they say I changed up
Hardly home but always reppin' they know where I came from
Bitch I came right back
Now they sayin' that I changed
It's really like that
Man I heard that you was gang
But where your stripes at
See all that talkin' on the net
Look we don't type back
It's really like that
Bitch I came right back
Now they sayin' that I changed
It's really like that
Man I heard that you was gang
But where your stripes at
See all that talkin' on the net
Look we don't type back
It's really like that
Aye, aye
We slid twice and you ain't slide back
Yo baby mama gave the drop to where you hide at
Aye, a billi in my jeans like i'm Mike Jack
I be all about a check
Where the Nikes at? I'm like that
.45 by my side in the scrapper, aye
If I ain't piping she get cut like a taper, aye
Bloody shirt like he spilled a red Gatorade
We on Grace Ave, bitch I'm Gettin All Paper mane
It's Lil K Ru, they shook cause I came thru
If DBoy got it brackin' then I sprayed too
If you bick it wit the opps we gon' hang you
Fiji size chop and I'm finna let it sang too
Talk tough we get to poppin' them shells
I'm wit K Ru and we just got a bottle from Dale's
Get it brackin' in the set, trey line to the Dales
You be thinkin' that you active, only time finna tell
Bitch I came right back
Now they sayin' that I changed
It's really like that
Man I heard that you was gang
But where your stripes at
See all that talkin' on the net
Look we don't type back
It's really like that
Bitch I came right back
Now they sayin' that I changed
It's really like that
Man I heard that you was gang
But where your stripes at
See all that talkin' on the net
Look we don't type back
It's really like that
Writer(s): Kishan Prasad
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