Yeahhh I'm Back

It's your nigga

BANKS





30 deep or on own your still a victim

5 niggas with me then we goin jena 6 em

Next time don't speak without permission

You kno your livin like you're on television

Tell 'em why you mad at me

Cause your bread gone had to be

That to me is a allergy

Look at my neck that's salary

And don't take battery to turn you to a casualty

Don't take a astron out tha squeeze

Leave a New York weather for a tropic breeze

He's all about G's, G's turn to M's, M's turn to V's

V's turn corners into P's please you see me hurt'm ain't a question

Kicks all on that nigga David Beckham

Punchline overflow over the limit in the Rover low

It move betta over snow I'll make it rain so long that my shoulder go

Only 25 but them ply like I'm older though

Nigga, who you think they imitate?

Nothin but food on my dinna plate

Watch how I demonstrate

I'm still ridin' dirty though, glocks on the interstate

Roll the window down let the audi eight ventilate

Don't go bringin drama on ta him

You'll get knock off like Obama if he wins

My skins is like the bottom of my timbs

Alligator print when I walk I limp

You niggas playin fire in the dark

Don't play with gang green you'll lose a part

A toe, couple, a foot, a fuckin leg, a arm, a head, all over what the fucker said

Cool; n calm, I palm, nothin' but the bread, oops, a lying the lahm n su'm red

Da toughest, Da flyest, Da coolest

No "yes men" around here just shooters

Look I'm Unit til' I die

It travel through my veins til' my blood run dry

If a nigga did somethin he can't look u in the eye

He must got a chip, give him a cookie on the side

Get high if you with though

Yea My 4's are 54's

You can't see me on your tippie toes

I'm shinin' dinin' lighter than a hippie's clothes

I dream matchin lamb's I gotta get me those

I got platinum hands and I'm picky so

Don't step to me with your titties low

I'm saggin cause I'm movin with the magnum

I do it for murda they threw 25 at him

I do it for seth he took 20 more than that

A matter fact for my nigga that's neva comin back

I'm north always and I'm fly like photo day

Old head I don't show no gray

I ain't puttin' up shit let the promoter pay

If not kids dropped on his shoulder blade

It's the end of waiting you've been having

But I've been having my own that's why I've been dragging

On tha road to the riches the custom made 6's

Straight bar strippas and my hotel slippas

Don Perrion and moe sippas

Friends, cousins, I even bone sistas on christmas shit it was parta her wishlist

I act no harder to live with

Loyalty is goin extinct

These lil' half-brain niggas don't kno how to think

I think ain't slowin down my weed bowl in the sink

My eyes match with light, light go with the mink

Yeah





You know just warming up

2 G's up ch ch you know

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                          Thanks to Blaze for these lyrics