"Back Again" lyrics
Pass me that wood 'Lil Tay, that I ain't roll up
Or did I roll it? I don't know
I don't know where I put that bitch
I think I rolled it, probably did, probably didn't
We play ball, you can't pop out without no blick
Tryna go slide through my opps shit, for a head I don't want no pick
Bitch, I'm real known, so ain't no way I made a sneaky diss
Y'all know Go ain't sneaky shi, ask my Mama, I'm the shit
Leave his head open, fuck droppin' a deuce, I dropped a six
Green make my stomach hurt, I drunk a cup, and took a shit
Bitch I'm sippin' wock with [?], now suck my dick
I want war with any nigga, add a K, ain't squashin' shit
Yeah, I'm real mad, on Monday afternoon, I lost my bitch
She like Bonnie, I'm her Clyde, she my .30, I'm the dick
We do head-shots, he dropped down like a fly, ain't movin' shit
Make his bead rock, we killin' all the opps, let's get 'em quick
I'm rockin' the biggest chain all down the 8, I'm doin' my shit
We the youngest niggas in charge, shit been like this since a jit
Oh, they opps, remember they wanted to throw them parties, can't forget
Catch a opp, and crack his head, I love the blood, I like the scent (I love that shit)
Blood all on my gun, I cleaned it off, I took a lick
We gon' take 'em down, got lo' from his bitch, his ass a lick
He be hold and rolling, movin' P's, and flippin' pounds of shit
He the hood plug, we gon' take him down and take his shit
We ain't duckin' smoke, I let him see my face, now don't forget
Want it back? I'm on Princeton by the street sign, with my blick
Ready to crash out, I had to fix my mind, "We gon' be rich"
I can't crash out, 'cause how lil' Go gon' crash, it can't be fixed
B-b-blood pops, I dropped a 3 of red, now let it mix
This a Pi-Pi's Poppers, Percs, and last for me to do my shit
We gon' kill the biggest opps, we get up close, you ain't on shit
Hop out make it kiss him, blitz him, 'till he fall, holdin' his blick
I'm the biggest opp, the wrong troll on live, I get shit lit
Nah, I'm lyin', I be hidin' inside the house, I don't do shit
Judge, I'm doin' good, don't pull my card right now, I got it lit
We the GOAT'S, we had like every ho' in Woodson, on our dick
(They was suckin' us)
Or did I roll it? I don't know
I don't know where I put that bitch
I think I rolled it, probably did, probably didn't
We play ball, you can't pop out without no blick
Tryna go slide through my opps shit, for a head I don't want no pick
Bitch, I'm real known, so ain't no way I made a sneaky diss
Y'all know Go ain't sneaky shi, ask my Mama, I'm the shit
Leave his head open, fuck droppin' a deuce, I dropped a six
Green make my stomach hurt, I drunk a cup, and took a shit
Bitch I'm sippin' wock with [?], now suck my dick
I want war with any nigga, add a K, ain't squashin' shit
Yeah, I'm real mad, on Monday afternoon, I lost my bitch
She like Bonnie, I'm her Clyde, she my .30, I'm the dick
We do head-shots, he dropped down like a fly, ain't movin' shit
Make his bead rock, we killin' all the opps, let's get 'em quick
I'm rockin' the biggest chain all down the 8, I'm doin' my shit
We the youngest niggas in charge, shit been like this since a jit
Oh, they opps, remember they wanted to throw them parties, can't forget
Catch a opp, and crack his head, I love the blood, I like the scent (I love that shit)
Blood all on my gun, I cleaned it off, I took a lick
We gon' take 'em down, got lo' from his bitch, his ass a lick
He be hold and rolling, movin' P's, and flippin' pounds of shit
He the hood plug, we gon' take him down and take his shit
We ain't duckin' smoke, I let him see my face, now don't forget
Want it back? I'm on Princeton by the street sign, with my blick
Ready to crash out, I had to fix my mind, "We gon' be rich"
I can't crash out, 'cause how lil' Go gon' crash, it can't be fixed
B-b-blood pops, I dropped a 3 of red, now let it mix
This a Pi-Pi's Poppers, Percs, and last for me to do my shit
We gon' kill the biggest opps, we get up close, you ain't on shit
Hop out make it kiss him, blitz him, 'till he fall, holdin' his blick
I'm the biggest opp, the wrong troll on live, I get shit lit
Nah, I'm lyin', I be hidin' inside the house, I don't do shit
Judge, I'm doin' good, don't pull my card right now, I got it lit
We the GOAT'S, we had like every ho' in Woodson, on our dick
(They was suckin' us)
