Im Back

(Skate Team) (Whew) 2622 nigga Make a bag, spend a bag, nigga, I ain't never lost it (Yop) I was playin' with compressors, way before I seen embossers (Shhh) I can't front a nigga, shit, send me the pape, and I'ma toss it (Come on) Hit yo town, get turned around, I ain't sitting around and talking This shit'll get you turnt, you just gotta know the mix Out the way, on some pape, bitch, I'm never in the mix Off a deuce of quay quay, feel like I'm off the 'ludes Why the fuck you got a pole in the party, you ain't gon' shoot (You ain't gone shoot that bitch) Niggas see me, they salute Tappin' the gas in somethin fast, brodie flyin' in the coupe Been that nigga, baby, I'ma tell the truth (For real) That bag silent, we the type of niggas that have the block boofin' (Have this bitch rockin') Get shot, you the type of nigga, run straight to the booth (Corn) I can't tell you 'bout no niggas that's some hoes, cause I ain't with them Get the drop from his bitch, then we hit the block and spin it (Skrrr) Beat yo ass like Popeye, when it come down to my spinach Niggas really not I, I swear to God, these niggas finished Yo hoe wanna fuck, but like a ram, I be dodgin' her (Yop) Ain't missin' a shot like a nigga turned the sliders up I ain't gon' lie, for a verse, I need a thousand plus All this shit came out the mud, I ain't never had a ounce of luck (Never had a ounce of luck) At the pad, recordin' hits But started on the 7, fuckin' with my nigga 6 I'm really global not local that's what got these niggas sick She downloaded all my music, got you beatin' on yo bitch (Yop) We livin' by that code, bitch, we always plead the fifth I ain't gon' never stop grindin' till a nigga Oprah rich This a dirty-ass pop, what the fuck I pour a 6? Can't afford your drug habit, you be late up on yo rent (Bum ass nigga) Fuck you niggas talkin 'bout? I'm back