Yep, I'm Back

Now everybody get your hands up Now everybody get your hands up [Verse 1] More better (more better), more cheddar (more cheddar) I do the Rosé, im not a "moet-er" Challenge me with the bling these niggas know better (what) The wings are as big as the logo on those sweaters (yes) Hoes better have a fall back attack I come through like a funeral all black on black Couple 6-deuces all back to back Few flying Spur, all back to back Need a 04 05 Duncan and them (yes) When it come to makin O's we like dunkin with them (Nahh) I ain't talking doughnuts I'm talking white ones like the Nike low cuts You couldn't see me if ya stood on ya tippy toes But you could smell this Cali Kush with the zippy closed (yes) Damn skip me though, seats is peanut butter You've never seen a stutter like (street) Fid-Di-Di-Di-Damn [Hook] Yup I'm back stuntin, yup I'm back frontin Yup I'm somebody who made somthin outta nothing Yup I know ya see something that you're wantin It's just something about me, ya can't go without me y'all Said ya can't go without me y'all Said ya can't go without me y'all Now everybody get yo hands up Now everybody get yo hands up [Verse 2] More stuntin' more frontin' How ya getting it homie, show something (ya can't tell) You can ask about him, he go hard (yes) With that A-M-E-X negro card (yes) Last time I was seen in a strip club Rain, I hurricane Katrina'd the strip club May I say I made a way Stay fly till the day I fade away Hey I pray I stay out of a haters way Let me play like A.I. just get to the point Let me hear him say I when he spit to the joint You gonna hear him spray blah when I get to the joint And the blind men could see that them niggas with Fab is gon Come like them dudes came for Tony at the Babylon Rapid fire, do you know a rapper flyer? Than L-O-S-O, I guess no [Hook] [Verse 3] More wining, more dining More slow wining them gangstas throw signs in I can't help that the chain is so shining And that the shit on my wrists is just co-signing They don't search us, they know we got the flamers Still let us slide through the door like Kramer I believe in God, but my true religion Is stuffin big faces down in these true religions We everywhere you ain't never there New coupes, shoes shine like patent leather airs Pushin something we ain't got our names on Two 0-7's neither one of us is James Bond We in the V-I-P's with the big names Fendi aviators with the big frames The streets is watchin, hood is lookin Brooklyn's back and look how good I'm lookin [Hook]