Back on Our Bullshit

[Verse 1:]

On a Grammy, a baby maw on ma dick, no battery

Girl I been there, you can stop taggin me (please!)

We do different things, so we in different places

We pop guns, bottles, models and naked faces (word)

I’m in Gucci, Louis, an MCM

On a Thursday, I’m your bitch, MCM

Shit, let them be them, I put it em back like empty 10

Extendo clip, nigga wid a attitude

Where d fuck is MC Ren?

Customers, send em in, I treat em all like gentlemen

Artistes or the athletes, doctors, lawyers and savvy men

Guns, barkin nigga, quit your barking nigga

So far wit no cars, believe me I will park a nigga! (uh)

You could call me the valet! (word)

I get boat loads of wild yay

Mr West Swidda, it been a wild year

Your music is tough but dem skirts is wild gay

[Chorus:]

Uh-huh,uh-huh, back on our bullshit

Yea, yea, back on our bullshit [x2]

[Verse 2:]

Hold up, hold up, hold up!

We dem boyz!

Hit d dealership wit 2 hunid K, leave wid a toy, nigga

Some goop fuck yo girl one time, let d block have her ( I don’t want her)

Went at d ones in d strip club, threw ma watch at her

I’m in d kitchen bakin cakes, Betty Crock batter

Press a button, lose my roof, I got top matters

I’m in love wit ma Glock, you in love with a thot

Had dat bitch suckin dick when Cam drops suck it or not

AK, big beretta guns, niggas betta run

Diamonds come from Africa, where Nelson Mandela from

We’re rouga, Ferragamo store, going hella dumb

Stomp dis lil nigga out until d paramedics come

Oh yea, you got a gun wid a body on it?

I take it from you an you’ll be d next body on it

I bought a lot of watches, crashed a few v’s

Had a ass on two knees for a bag wit 2 C’s

Yea!

[Chorus] [x2]