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Back To It (feat. 6700Bandz)
by TsgChop
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Aye loaf boys, come on big bandz nigga,
You know what the fuck going on
Glock so new but the bitch still hot
Money get low then I'm back to the pot
Money get low then I'm back to the stain
Fuck all that shit tryna catch me opp
Fuck all that shit tryna flip me a V
Hop out the cut with that 223
Melatonin my clip tryna put shit to sleep
Send a bitch to his drop cause we know that he sweet
Send a bitch to his way cause we know that he tender
Hop out the car we gon' run and come get you
Backwoods only, don't fuck with no swishers
Red and green beans, you know it ain't Christmas
Play with the gang like Kit Kat's split em
Play with the gang like Kit Kat's split em
She tryna accuse me of fucking her sister
She tryna accuse me of fucking her sister
Hop out that splat, it's just me and my Peezy
Hop in that Splat, it's just me and my members
Lil nigga know how to work that chop
Lil nigga know how to work that blick
Hop out the V, I'ma take that ridk
Hop out the V, I'ma get shit lit
Hop out the V, I'ma bump my fie
It get to hitting just like some switches
If I slide lil bitch, I'ma get me one
She gave me shh, regardless
Lil boy slide in the V and I park that bitch
They be like, why it's not start
Hop out the V, get da hitting at anybody
Just like you my target
Bitch be giving me mouth on the daily
Tell that bitch, don't get me started
Start that shit, I'ma get shit finished
Sticks in the car and the windows tinted
Up my pole, ain't fighting a nigga
Ain't worry about nothing, cause we still be blitzing
Tell them niggas, get off my dick
All they do is capping they songs
Five, five, six, two, two, 3's
Get to hitting through, y'all get a rip through bones
Run from the gun, called the bitch, lil Ricky
Big Gen5 and it came with a fully
Big Gen5 got it tucked in a hoodie
Me and my twin, cause chop be with me
Me and my twin, cause Zeek be with me
Y'all niggas soft, y'all niggas be pussy
Y'all can't duck the smoke, or hide the smoke
Y'all niggas know what come with me
Run from the gun, call the bitch, lil Ricky
Big Gen5 and it came with a fully
Big Gen5 got it tucked in a hoodie
Me and my twin, cause chop be with me
Me and my twin, cause Zeek be with me
Y'all niggas soft, y'all niggas be pussy
Y'all can't duck the smoke, or hide the smoke
Y'all know what come with me
Y'all can't duck that drac, or duck that switch
Y'all know how it's hitting
Fan-ass hoe, fan-ass bitch
She wrote my name all on her tits
Dumb-ass niggas keep hiding in the house
Come outside, tryna tap that fitted
Glock 19, hold, 20 some shots
ARP, hold, more than sixty
Stay in the crib, don't come outside
Pussy-ass niggas can't hop in the ride
Four-five Glocks, whenever we slide
Sticks in the V like Bonnie and Clyde
My bros send shots and I'm coming behind em
We parked that V so you know that we stopped them
Aye loaf boys, come on big bandz nigga,
You know what the fuck going on
Glock so new but the bitch still hot
Money get low then I'm back to the pot
Money get low then I'm back to the stain
Fuck all that shit tryna catch me opp
Fuck all that shit tryna flip me a V
Hop out the cut with that 223
Melatonin my clip tryna put shit to sleep
Send a bitch to his drop cause we know that he sweet
Send a bitch to his way cause we know that he tender
Hop out the car we gon' run and come get you
Backwoods only, don't fuck with no swishers
Red and green beans, you know it ain't Christmas
Play with the gang like Kit Kat's split em
Play with the gang like Kit Kat's split em
She tryna accuse me of fucking her sister
She tryna accuse me of fucking her sister
Hop out that splat, it's just me and my Peezy
Hop in that Splat, it's just me and my members
Lil nigga know how to work that chop
Lil nigga know how to work that blick
Hop out the V, I'ma take that ridk
Hop out the V, I'ma get shit lit
Hop out the V, I'ma bump my fie
It get to hitting just like some switches
If I slide lil bitch, I'ma get me one
She gave me shh, regardless
Lil boy slide in the V and I park that bitch
They be like, why it's not start
Hop out the V, get da hitting at anybody
Just like you my target
Bitch be giving me mouth on the daily
Tell that bitch, don't get me started
Start that shit, I'ma get shit finished
Sticks in the car and the windows tinted
Up my pole, ain't fighting a nigga
Ain't worry about nothing, cause we still be blitzing
Tell them niggas, get off my dick
All they do is capping they songs
Five, five, six, two, two, 3's
Get to hitting through, y'all get a rip through bones
Run from the gun, called the bitch, lil Ricky
Big Gen5 and it came with a fully
Big Gen5 got it tucked in a hoodie
Me and my twin, cause chop be with me
Me and my twin, cause Zeek be with me
Y'all niggas soft, y'all niggas be pussy
Y'all can't duck the smoke, or hide the smoke
Y'all niggas know what come with me
Run from the gun, call the bitch, lil Ricky
Big Gen5 and it came with a fully
Big Gen5 got it tucked in a hoodie
Me and my twin, cause chop be with me
Me and my twin, cause Zeek be with me
Y'all niggas soft, y'all niggas be pussy
Y'all can't duck the smoke, or hide the smoke
Y'all know what come with me
Y'all can't duck that drac, or duck that switch
Y'all know how it's hitting
Fan-ass hoe, fan-ass bitch
She wrote my name all on her tits
Dumb-ass niggas keep hiding in the house
Come outside, tryna tap that fitted
Glock 19, hold, 20 some shots
ARP, hold, more than sixty
Stay in the crib, don't come outside
Pussy-ass niggas can't hop in the ride
Four-five Glocks, whenever we slide
Sticks in the V like Bonnie and Clyde
My bros send shots and I'm coming behind em
We parked that V so you know that we stopped them
