Back in the fold like a new pair of boxers, my briefs fitting snuggy hoe I'm feelin lovely
Back to back doubles like I'm doing numbers
Boutta go hit chij fil a on a Sunday
Back when big Gucci would f*ck in the hummer
Hoe I been a boss I was never a runner
My two door exotic my trunk steady jumpin
2 bitches hop out it that boy doing something
That nigga been flossing they know how we comin
Said f*ck a hot girl I put ice on the summer
I'm beating them walls I got dick in her stomach
See I'm the same nigga you can't get in front of
Been winning since pampers I don't gotta one up
Street runner I still call you out like a summons
In London these pockets on me hold a hunnid
Big money it's cookies infused in my gummies
Yeah
Bitch I'm still down with that gang shit
Lay yo team down with the same clip
Backwood I'm smoking on gas when I lane switch
I been a dog all my broads say I ain't shit
General Icey I'm back wit my soldiers behind me, that young nigga flipping the main switch
2 niggas up in the Lincoln when I get behind Him I told em dont f*ck with the dangerous.
Strapped like iraq ina battle them niggas not touching my paper
Don't leave them drugs where you had em we dressed in all black like a raider
Made my way out them apartments now young niggas touching some acres
Don't got no time for a bitch if she stuck them she cut like a taper
Bishop Don Juan how I step in these gators
I went and bought goggles for all of my haters
Niggas be rats no I ain't making statements
You gone have to kill me, no cooperation
30 way shut down yo whole operation
I ain't touching shit hoe I'm out on vacation
Smoke 93 like it's gas out the station
They just told my dawg they gone grant him probation
I'm back on the map, can't let niggas f*ck off with my sack, if you smoking you gone have to pay me
Stay in the trap if that nigga don't know how to act then them lasers gone beam him up
No politicking with niggas if you got a offer you know where I'm at nigga page me
Still count racks to the sun up, I'm flooded wit hunnids, I'm back on my shit that's on baby
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Back in the fold like a new pair of boxers, my briefs fitting snuggy hoe I'm feelin lovely
Back to back doubles like I'm doing numbers
Boutta go hit chij fil a on a Sunday
Back when big Gucci would f*ck in the hummer
Hoe I been a boss I was never a runner
My two door exotic my trunk steady jumpin
2 bitches hop out it that boy doing something
That nigga been flossing they know how we comin
Said f*ck a hot girl I put ice on the summer
I'm beating them walls I got dick in her stomach
See I'm the same nigga you can't get in front of
Been winning since pampers I don't gotta one up
Street runner I still call you out like a summons
In London these pockets on me hold a hunnid
Big money it's cookies infused in my gummies
Yeah
Bitch I'm still down with that gang shit
Lay yo team down with the same clip
Backwood I'm smoking on gas when I lane switch
I been a dog all my broads say I ain't shit
General Icey I'm back wit my soldiers behind me, that young nigga flipping the main switch
2 niggas up in the Lincoln when I get behind Him I told em dont f*ck with the dangerous.
Strapped like iraq ina battle them niggas not touching my paper
Don't leave them drugs where you had em we dressed in all black like a raider
Made my way out them apartments now young niggas touching some acres
Don't got no time for a bitch if she stuck them she cut like a taper
Bishop Don Juan how I step in these gators
I went and bought goggles for all of my haters
Niggas be rats no I ain't making statements
You gone have to kill me, no cooperation
30 way shut down yo whole operation
I ain't touching shit hoe I'm out on vacation
Smoke 93 like it's gas out the station
They just told my dawg they gone grant him probation
I'm back on the map, can't let niggas f*ck off with my sack, if you smoking you gone have to pay me
Stay in the trap if that nigga don't know how to act then them lasers gone beam him up
No politicking with niggas if you got a offer you know where I'm at nigga page me
Still count racks to the sun up, I'm flooded wit hunnids, I'm back on my shit that's on baby
Back to back doubles like I'm doing numbers
Boutta go hit chij fil a on a Sunday
Back when big Gucci would f*ck in the hummer
Hoe I been a boss I was never a runner
My two door exotic my trunk steady jumpin
2 bitches hop out it that boy doing something
That nigga been flossing they know how we comin
Said f*ck a hot girl I put ice on the summer
I'm beating them walls I got dick in her stomach
See I'm the same nigga you can't get in front of
Been winning since pampers I don't gotta one up
Street runner I still call you out like a summons
In London these pockets on me hold a hunnid
Big money it's cookies infused in my gummies
Yeah
Bitch I'm still down with that gang shit
Lay yo team down with the same clip
Backwood I'm smoking on gas when I lane switch
I been a dog all my broads say I ain't shit
General Icey I'm back wit my soldiers behind me, that young nigga flipping the main switch
2 niggas up in the Lincoln when I get behind Him I told em dont f*ck with the dangerous.
Strapped like iraq ina battle them niggas not touching my paper
Don't leave them drugs where you had em we dressed in all black like a raider
Made my way out them apartments now young niggas touching some acres
Don't got no time for a bitch if she stuck them she cut like a taper
Bishop Don Juan how I step in these gators
I went and bought goggles for all of my haters
Niggas be rats no I ain't making statements
You gone have to kill me, no cooperation
30 way shut down yo whole operation
I ain't touching shit hoe I'm out on vacation
Smoke 93 like it's gas out the station
They just told my dawg they gone grant him probation
I'm back on the map, can't let niggas f*ck off with my sack, if you smoking you gone have to pay me
Stay in the trap if that nigga don't know how to act then them lasers gone beam him up
No politicking with niggas if you got a offer you know where I'm at nigga page me
Still count racks to the sun up, I'm flooded wit hunnids, I'm back on my shit that's on baby
Writer: SoIceyBoy Kane
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