"Back From The Dead" lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
I'm back from the dead (Bitch I'm back from the dead)
Grr, pow
Falayo, falayo, bitch I'm back from the dead
Who is them niggas that's talkin' on bro like a sweet, don't make bro hop off a peg
Niggas get left in the strip, left in the whip, fiends come pick up the rest
Watchin' him roll in the shit, he low for the shit, now he a new soul to collect
Grr
Don't lack in that party lil nigga we comin' to vibe
He was dancin' 'til he felt the nine'
It's all beef until you see him fried
Huh, and I don't give a fuck with you jacks don't fuck who you beat
I'm like Micheal Myers with the skeet, it's a movie when I'm in them streets
Niggas is sweet
On the bros if it's lit we could meet
Like a fish you get left in the sea, these bullets gon' track like I hopped out the G
We don't see em and we know and repeat
After I was out turned to a creep
And the finny I keep me a G, these niggas be hot and I pop out a C
In the cold you get shot through the coat
Fuck the V walk 'em down with a pole
Some of his opps I don't know just smoke the [?]
All the opps gettin' packed in the spoze
If you with him get packed with your bro
Why I'm living I stuck to our goal, you say that this war on the block gon' explode
Grrah, grrah
Uh, I don't got time for the talk, you wait til' you get money then beat it
Uh, shorty keep callin' my line and I don't really fuck just skeet it
Uh, niggas gon' talk on the net until I go cut off your breathin'
Uh, don't make bro come 'round the block you know you gon' lace his sneakers
Uh, I don't got time for the talk, you wait til' you get money then beat it
Uh, shorty keep callin' my line and I don't really fuck just skeet it
Uh, niggas gon' talk on the net until I go cut off your breathin'
Uh, don't make bro come 'round the block you know you gon' lace his sneakers
Uh, Falayo, falayo, bitch I'm back from the dead
Who is them niggas that's talkin' on bro like a sweet, don't make bro hop off a peg
Niggas get left in the strip, left in the whip, fiends come pick up the rest
Watchin' him roll in the shit, he low for the shit, now he a new soul to collect
Grr
Don't lack in that party lil nigga we comin' to vibe
He was dancin' 'til he felt the nine'
It's all beef until you see him fried
Huh, and I don't give a fuck with you jacks don't fuck who you beat
I'm like Micheal Myers with the skeet, it's a movie when I'm in them streets
Falayo, Falayo, Falayo
I'm like Micheal Myers with the skeet, it's a movie when I'm in them streets
I'm back from the dead (Bitch I'm back from the dead)
Grr, pow
Falayo, falayo, bitch I'm back from the dead
Who is them niggas that's talkin' on bro like a sweet, don't make bro hop off a peg
Niggas get left in the strip, left in the whip, fiends come pick up the rest
Watchin' him roll in the shit, he low for the shit, now he a new soul to collect
Grr
Don't lack in that party lil nigga we comin' to vibe
He was dancin' 'til he felt the nine'
It's all beef until you see him fried
Huh, and I don't give a fuck with you jacks don't fuck who you beat
I'm like Micheal Myers with the skeet, it's a movie when I'm in them streets
Niggas is sweet
On the bros if it's lit we could meet
Like a fish you get left in the sea, these bullets gon' track like I hopped out the G
We don't see em and we know and repeat
After I was out turned to a creep
And the finny I keep me a G, these niggas be hot and I pop out a C
In the cold you get shot through the coat
Fuck the V walk 'em down with a pole
Some of his opps I don't know just smoke the [?]
All the opps gettin' packed in the spoze
If you with him get packed with your bro
Why I'm living I stuck to our goal, you say that this war on the block gon' explode
Grrah, grrah
Uh, I don't got time for the talk, you wait til' you get money then beat it
Uh, shorty keep callin' my line and I don't really fuck just skeet it
Uh, niggas gon' talk on the net until I go cut off your breathin'
Uh, don't make bro come 'round the block you know you gon' lace his sneakers
Uh, I don't got time for the talk, you wait til' you get money then beat it
Uh, shorty keep callin' my line and I don't really fuck just skeet it
Uh, niggas gon' talk on the net until I go cut off your breathin'
Uh, don't make bro come 'round the block you know you gon' lace his sneakers
Uh, Falayo, falayo, bitch I'm back from the dead
Who is them niggas that's talkin' on bro like a sweet, don't make bro hop off a peg
Niggas get left in the strip, left in the whip, fiends come pick up the rest
Watchin' him roll in the shit, he low for the shit, now he a new soul to collect
Grr
Don't lack in that party lil nigga we comin' to vibe
He was dancin' 'til he felt the nine'
It's all beef until you see him fried
Huh, and I don't give a fuck with you jacks don't fuck who you beat
I'm like Micheal Myers with the skeet, it's a movie when I'm in them streets
Falayo, Falayo, Falayo
I'm like Micheal Myers with the skeet, it's a movie when I'm in them streets
