Back on My Feet

[Chorus]

They ain't really fuckin' with me

They be showing fake love

They jus' wanna turn up with me

They jus' wanna hit the club

They ain't really with a nigga

They jus' wanna smoke my weed

They jus' wanna take a picture

They jus' wanna drink my lean

I be on that money shit, nigga this the money team

I be on that junky shit, nigga I'ma money fiend

I was locked up in Virginia 'cause I hit for 30 Gs

Once them crackas let me out

I got right back on my feet

I got right back on my feet

I got right back on my feet

[Verse 1]

And I'm still finessing I be flexing nigga you know me

I ain't talking cereal nooooo

I got that loop on me

All my niggas on them beans

We higher than Pluto be

We can't hit no licks

Cause if them crackas get you you gon' sing

If it come down to it I know what you gon' do

So homie I ain't tryna take no chances tryna fuck with you

Oh my God that's Kodak Black, he jus' so fuckin' cute

They know they can't see lil' black

Nigga I'm that fucking dude

I will pull up on a nigga block and have a photo shoot

They jus' wanna hit the club with me and hit the photo booth

[Chorus]

They ain't really fuckin' with me

They be showing fake love

They jus' wanna turn up with me

They jus' wanna hit the club

They ain't really with a nigga

They jus' wanna smoke my weed

They jus' wanna take a picture

They jus' wanna drink my lean

I be on that money shit, nigga this the money team

I be on that junky shit, nigga I'ma money fiend

I was locked up in Virginia 'cause I hit for 30 Gs

Once them crackas let me out

I got right back on my feet

[Verse 2]

They jus' wanna hit the scene with me and get on Instagram

I remember eating Boyardee

But now I'm eating shrimp

He jus' wanna get a name off me

Ion fuck with him

They jus' wanna get some fame off me

Ion fuck with them

Why your girl be on my Twitter

Swear I'm 'bout to block the bitch

I won't let her touch a nigga

She can't even suck my dick

I jus' wanna change my life

I jus' hope I get a deal

I jus' wanna cash out on a check

And buy my mamma a crib

[Chorus]

They ain't really fuckin' with me

They be showing fake love

They jus' wanna turn up with me

They jus' wanna hit the club

They ain't really with a nigga

They jus' wanna smoke my weed

They jus' wanna take a picture

They jus' wanna drink my lean

I be on that money shit, nigga this the money team

I be on that junky shit, nigga I'ma money fiend

I was locked up in Virginia 'cause I hit for 30 Gs

Once them crackas let me out

I got right back on my feet

I got right back on my feet

I got right back on my feet

I got right back on my feet