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]