Welcome Back

(Thanks Yakree)

Put yo' gloves on nigga

Bankz just called, i got that low

Man that get be so surreal

I can't believe we finna score

Phone ringin' and it's her

She like "come open the door"

My bitch just got me a drop

I eat that pussy if we score

She like "you could box 'em in he ain't back in" I'm like fasho

Grab the Drac' and my FN, Kiss the forehead, and hit the door

Man i hope this bitch ain't playin' cuz if she is She gotta go

Call up bro and tell 'em watch the spot, don't let her doubt the dough

Now we on his fuckin' street, ha

He got his ass out

50k, Big bag head we finna cash out

Catch a opp in public, he act tough, and ima crash out

Hop out on 'em blat, blat, boom! where he at now?

We gon' step on every opp

That's why you can't trust the bop

You think that that bitch yours, She come back and give me drops

Four niggas in the four door, Every shooter got a chop

Penetrate, can't get away, .762 make his body lock

They like how i did that

Push a nigga way back

If he on that— block

He gon' be a— pack

I still smoke on dead opps

Bibby, dope the biz at

You heard what i fuckin' said

Nigga this that Bibby pack

Ballin' like i'm TreyHD

I know my opps hate me

Bitch i'm still smokin' Teki

And i'm smokin' KP

I want all 'em niggas dead

Tell them crack his frefe

We gon' fuckin' kill his ass

Put his ass where he supposed to be