Guess What Bitch, We Back Hoe!

(No, you ain't) (Check) Throw it back for a thick boy I'm opp fast, still opp last Your baby rappin' on hits, boy This offshore, kinda smart, yours (uh-huh) That Dior three years ago (style) Made my way, carved my own lane Still hatin', do my own thing (yeah) Ain't cryin' over no spilled milk (nah) Fuckin' bitches like Wilt still (style) Made it off the deep, coulda got killed (ha) Or locked up, we don't fuck with death (ha) But guess what, bitch? We back, ho We ain't never left, just sound good But guess what, bitch? We back, ho 'Cause we ain't never left, just sound good (uh) I'm Detroit red on a whole lotta Act' (ow) He ain't in my pocket and I got that check Had to check for the shoestring If you try to shoot things, might jam up, so try your Don't try to be lookin' out Keep it on me if you try to doubt What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Seen a lot homie, and watch your mouth Guess what? We on (we on) Me and Peggy, we gone (we gone) Up outta here smokin' that strong Feelin' like Mike, just leave me alone Guess what, ho? We on (we on) Me and Peggy, we gone (we gone) Up outta here and we smokin' that strong (well) Feelin' like Mike, just leave me alone (style) Guess what, ho? We on (we on) Me and Peggy, we gone (we gone) Up outta here smokin' that strong (let's go) Feelin' like Mike, just leave me alone (delivery now, uh) That money can't save you, bitch (no) Them cars can't save you, bitch (uh-uh) Your pimp just play you, bitch (that's right) How you wanna be a thug and you rich? (Why?) You can tell they was raised by some bitches Groupie niggas always wanna kick Get the sentence 'cause they want an image Then people put all of your fam' in a ditch, snitch Play me, you gone, just leave me alone I got a pistol, it's shot in your chrome Into your face, now you hollow, you hole Uh-oh, you know (you know) Me and Danny, you pro's (pro's) Feelin' like Mike, just give me the go I'm feelin' like Biggie, they givin' me mo', huh Woah, woah, woah, uh, let's go, uh Rappers gettin' extorted (yeah) Like hos who can't afford it (let's go) Got a check in with they daddy But they get pushed down the toilet This fade came with a price, and for that price you can record it These fake-ass wannabe gangstas turn to actors when they mournin' Y'all tried to bring the heat, that's how shit pop, Alonzo Mourning She sing my song to me after we fuck, that bitch retarded Guess what, ho? We on (we on) Me and Peggy, we gone (we gone) Up outta here, and we smokin' that strong Feelin' like Mike, just leave me alone Guess what, ho? We on (we on) Me and Peggy, we gone (we gone) Up outta here and we smokin' that strong (well) Feelin' like Mike, just leave me alone (style) I'm ready, I'm ready No, you ain't (Uh)