Real Steppa - I'm Back Lyrics

I pour a 4 in this 2 litre
And your bitch she give me knowledge like the damn teacher
I call my youngin yea you know he bring the damn sweeper
Then hit your block up like we some grim reapers
Im in the trap I tell your bitch to go and bag the dope
I f*cked up I gave a custy dogfood instead of coke
Its hot summer days I swear to god I made it snow
And I remember nights in my cell swear I had no hope
I pour a 4 in this 2 litre
And your bitch she give me knowledge like the damn teacher
I call my youngin yea you know he bring the damn sweeper
Then hit your block up like we some grim reapers
Im in the trap I tell your bitch to go and bag the dope
I f*cked up I gave a custy dogfood instead of coke
Its hot summer days I swear to god I made it snow
And I remember nights in my cell swear I had no hope
I get the bag, I get the cash
Your bitch want me so you know she shaking ass
You niggas mad you niggas fags
You talking on the net but goofy you rat
See I been balling getting cash up
Niggas fake jus like sum actors
Want a problem I got answers
He want smoke I gave him cancer
Pour that lean up in my Fanta
With them white folks I got manners
Opps they baby change their pampers
Tie your mom up for sum ransom
Everyday I count them bands up
Throw them bands up in the strip club
Serving food just like a cater
Say they love me but they haters
Got a xd with a laser that'll send you to your maker nigga
That'll send you to your maker nigga
I pour a 4 in this 2 litre
And your bitch she give me knowledge like the damn teacher
I call my youngin yea you know he bring the damn sweeper
Then hit your block up like we some grim reapers
Im in the trap I tell your bitch to go and bag the dope
I f*cked up I gave a custy dogfood instead of coke
Its hot summer days I swear to god I made it snow
And I remember nights in my cell swear I had no hope
I pour a 4 in this 2 litre
And your bitch she give me knowledge like the damn teacher
I call my youngin yea you know he bring the damn sweeper
Then hit your block up like we some grim reapers
Im in the trap I tell your bitch to go and bag the dope
I f*cked up I gave a custy dogfood instead of coke
Its hot summer days I swear to god I made it snow
And I remember nights in my cell swear I had no hope
Had no hope
Had no hope
Had no hope