Back Again

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Back Again by Dc2trill

Back Again Lyrics

You wanna talk about what's really, really going down on these streets?
Why boys even rapping?
Why boys even just-
Why all these cars bangin' outside?
All this candy paint?
This why, baby
Bitch, we on that shit again (it's a Wayne beat)
I done upped Gen5 like fifty times, ain't fearin' many men (Elijah)
Platinum on my chest, I'm livin' blessed, but I might sin again
Chip up on your shoulder, knock it off, I'm gettin' Pringles in
Beat the block down, fully loaded
We on top now, gotta notice
Put this country ho on Miu Miu, she ain't know shit 'bout no Birkins
Too many crosses 'round my neck, shit, today, can't do no cursin'
Thirty days, get out the way, bet them young niggas get to purgin'
Grab the ARP, that bitch'll get to squirtin'
We've been doin' eights of Qua' and Tris, you a ninja turtle
I just talked to 32, he say he still in surgery
When I heard the story from ABC news, it was a different version
Been done did anything, put on Rick with Purple
I bumped my head, then went to the feds, bro, I'm a different person
But I'm the same nigga
I told my nigga, "Just FaceTime me," he a 'caine dealer
We purple-rain-sipping
Pull up side the coupe
Huh, right beside your boo
Ayy, these pints for the crew
Ayy, we don't sell no loose
215 to 305, I'm quick to switch the mood
I'ma be on time, just send deposit, I'll see you soon
Act stuck up, but I'ma pick my cup over any one of these bitches
Fake gangster shit with them cap-ass stories, they'll be the first one missin'
We done sipped up all the Qua', fuck it, buy all the Trissy
Buddy ain't got no room to spar, he can't spare twenty
Alright, yeah
Alright
Buddy ass done fucked up twice, he can't save his money
I don't know what the bounty is, but we gave up a hundred
I'm with a bougie bitch, she did a weekend down in London
He just drunk some bad drank, he can't feel his stomach
Balenciaga tee, you ain't even peep how I was comin'
Scram-scraper lyin', say he seen me without money
Ironic, it's not everything, but we got all the money
Ironic, I was fuckin' her and she said she my cousin
Nigga, I'll pull a C-day out in public
Why he ain't got no money? 'Cause we got all the money
I just told you that
Half a million in all hundreds, I just showed you that
That's a vintage eight of Pharm', please don't open that
Shotgun damn near knocked my shoulder back, I need a shoulder strap
These niggas more than cap

From the album: Drank Babies 4Life (Deluxe)