Back In Blood (Freestyle)

[Intro] Ayy [Chorus] I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin' These niggas be talkin', they frontin' They back it up, never that, bitch, I could bring the cold weather back She give me head 'cause she know I'm ahead of that Nigga she fuckin' with, he ain't got no dough Know I'm busy so she tryna run it back I call the touchdown with the running back Carry the balls like a running-back [Verse] You tryna wife her but we just make fun of that (Where you at, nigga?) I'm where the money at That's where the bitches that's tryna tuck tummies at (Where you at, nigga?) Not wherе the money at You over thеre where the pussies and dummies at I'm over here with them niggas might double back I'm not a thug but I know me some niggas that Might go to jail so you niggas don't want it, man I bought a crib and a chain in a pandemic Got a AMG and not a Panamera Got a twin-turbo in the hood Like I'm in the trenches next to Tia and Tamera Drippin' chlorophyll like I'm sippin' syrup Fresh up out the salon, I'ma fuck her hair up Bitch, you know I'm the truth like I fucked a darer Bitch, you know we the ones they cannot compare to I might fly to Paris with Westside And bring me a bitch from the west side I might fly to Hawaii with niggas from southeast And my bitch outta Bed-Stuy Baby-baby, no we don't play Call up Emma, then bring out the AK I don't argue with niggas that's sayin' that they hit it first Bitch, you know that I'm Ray J Yeah, bitch, I'm sneaky in the streets So cold, I make it snow like I'm Meechy in the streets Can't stop, won't stop, Chris and Neefy in the streets Heard a nigga dropped a dime like he FEFE in the s—, hahaha [Chorus] I know a whole lot of nothin' These niggas be talkin', they frontin' I got me some money, I got me a crib Now all of a sudden, I got me new cousins They pushing buttons Tryna get out the everyday struggle like Budden They look for the easiest way so they puttin' I back up the GT just to stunt on the ones that was frontin'