Songteksten

Where was you at when I was trying to blow?
Waste my money on weed farms, I was trying to grow
**** tried to eat on my block, I had to cock the fo'
Ran down on 'em, and told them **** they gotta go
Had the Triple FAT Goose on, it was kinda cold
I was on the block eating Mike & Ikes and Jolly Joes
Police asking me questions, I told 'em "I don't know"
You was in the precinct crying, you had the snotty nose
Had to run down on my connect, they playing dominoes
Backed them **** down for that work and told them "Adios!"
Brought my money up, I'm looking like King Jaffe Jo'
I ain't make "Panda," but I've been wearing Desiigner clothes
Back on my bullshit, Mac with the full clip
Might have to just lose it
I'm quick to use it, who you acting a fool with?
Is y'all **** stupid?
Smacking a few bricks, stacking a few bricks
This track is exclusive
Packing the U-**** he packing the toothpick
I'm packing the pool stick
Mad 'cause I move with .40-caliber tool grip
I'm faster to shoot shit
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta, get madder and madder
They scared that I'll shatter the glass on your new whip
Maggots with loose lips, they catching a cruise ship
I'm grabbin' the new fit
Back with the movement, it's a fact you a true bitch
My status is too lit
Cats I was cool with, sat in classes at school with
Keep actin' confusing
Man, I refuse it, I think you'd rather defuse it
Your head, I'll have to remove it
Lacking improvement, all you rappers included
I'm Ravishing Rude Rick
Ancient pretenders were hit in the genitals
I'ma take what's mine
I want more money, more part
Goddamn, ****, it's about that time
I'm back on my bullshit
I'm back on my bullshit
I said I'm back on my bullshit
I'm back on my bullshit
Hey
On my BS, we plant 'em, they even died to Jesus
Hefe Pongo say killin' 'em, that's an understate'
Same **** used to move the blue Malibu
Soon as a **** get money, they get mad at you
Sitting on a Hollywood sign, now ain't that a view?
And all my bitches is loyal, they got a tat or two
I've been getting busy playing Frisbee with the Wraith
Everybody pissy, well then, lift me by the case
Could've bought a boat for the price of the wristwatch
Pulling dope out the tires like a pit stop
(Whoa! Whoa!) Duck when I come through
I already sent you, show your **** what the gun do
.45'll miss, the AK'll hit
Everybody lit 'til they laying in shit
Your love is a 187
I've been killing 'em softly, get in a ****' apartment
I'ma take what's mine
I want more money, more part
Goddamn, ****, it's about that time
I'm back on my bullshit
I'm back on my bullshit
I said I'm back on my bullshit
I'm back on my bullshit
Hey
Jaquae
Coka the Don
Double P
Papoose
Written by: James Harris, Joseph Cartagena
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