Back On

[Intro]

Cook that shit up, Quay

[Verse 1]

I'm back on

I invested in myself, that mean I'm black owned

I did this from out the trenches, that's my backbone

Free lil' bro he gone again, he just came back home

Make my money match my outfit, I got racks on

Had to cut off all the leeches tryna latch on

Watch my man run up 200 off a trap phone

Bet my dogs handle the business, I'ma rap on

We put dicks inside our Glizzys, call 'em strap ons

If you ever disrespectin', you get slapped on

I done really ran my check up off of rap songs

Everything I say no cap even with my hat on

Got caught up in a blog, I was with a redbone

Then I plead the fifth, put on my headphones

Lookin' at my bitch I know I'm dead wrong

I'ma keep this pimpin' 'til my headstone

Still talking in codes on the jail phone

Tryna say lil' bruh a rat, but who he tell on?

Just whatever, with whoever how we gon' come

Don't play in no band but we got sticks and drums, they go dum-dum-dum

[Chorus]

Hoppin' out the Bentley truck, we known for actin' stupid

Yesterday went 4x4, today I'm finna coupe it

I put diamonds on my neck and wrist, and even on my tooth

Got the penthouse at the top, the helicopter on the roof

Told lil' bruh don't take his ski mask off, he just might have to shoot (Fa-fa)

I ain't fuckin' with these rappers, lowkey niggas really groupie

Told lil' bruh don't take his ski mask off, he just might have to shoot (Fa-fa)

I ain't fuckin' with these rappers, lowkey niggas really groupie

[Verse 2]

I can't have my way with one I rather hit 'em in a group

I know niggas who bang red and know I'm standing on what's blue

You remember we was stuck, we had to come up on the move

You remember we lil' thuggin', we had came up on the news

Vibe lying, said she love me, I lied back "I love you too"

She want money for her pussy, no complaints is what I do

Why you trippin' in your feelings? Really you a prostitute

No back and forth, I'm blockin' you

Find me someone else to do

I'm in Calabasas having dinner with my actress boo

I got superstars textin', talkin' 'bout "I'm mad at you"

And my other vibe say my other vibe subbin' her

She ain't even stuntin' her

She can't even compare to her, yeah

[Chorus]

Hoppin' out the Bentley truck, we known for actin' stupid

Yesterday went 4x4, today I'm finna coupe it

I put diamonds on my neck and wrist, and even on my tooth

Got the penthouse at the top, the helicopter on the roof

Told lil' bruh don't take his ski mask off, he just might have to shoot (Fa-fa)

I ain't fuckin' with these rappers lowkey niggas really groupie

Told lil' bruh don't take his ski mask off, he just might have to shoot (Fa-fa)

I ain't fuckin' with these rappers lowkey niggas really groupie