Back Again

[Verse 1] Went from more marsh clears than mackage Hermes scarfs m series the package A good dude need a bad bitch It’s no reading when the mags lift Still creepin with my last chick Was pamperin niggas, training them how to have shit Need a whole, fuck all that half shit The winter too long to act like I never had shit Pimp still on winnin feel some Said the young talent was swag like Ben Grill son Shots hittin the 7, they tryina kill som Quarter mill done, niggas slid like when the bill come But thank god I know how to make shit And get old girl go in and get shit Niggas we bank after bank, we try to rape shit Then go drink after drink, and celebrate shit Same class with street legends Deep measures with niggas that blast the heat better Funny style, don’t laugh but speak clever Dark knights, get you killed faster than Heath Ledger Rap bane, 2 guns Max Payne Pac came for the worst shower, jack chain You cats changed when getting some trap change Arrogant, act strange, I’m cocky I act damed Dash at me, you give me the ass pass you 65 clash you I be the swag master Sensei Bentley washed in wax after Hit all stars in the morn then Sax after If you ask for it, the arm lift Rose is on the dashboard like orange zip Black everything, chrome rims, my arm sick Knockin every track out without a palm fist [Hook] The game whack so I’m back again Niggas in the trap like what’s happening They wanna see a nigga rap again I ain’t on it but the homies not havin it Niggas talk that fly shit, I does that, that’s my shit They like V you ain’t comfortable You don’t come for mone, you ain’t a huxtable [Verse 2] I feel like a when he put out the venguish Or like ec when that sl was dangerous It’s too hot for these fake shits I done got too hot was on my main shit I played the block where Ox Rot and Jason Put my money on Poo, G Spot, he acin I got 3 spots I’m chasin Dolla for dolla, servin out of my basement I see a lot of replacements, we lean on you Like we gotta be wasted Just take what’s out of the safe then Too many keys, said he gotta be maintenance I’m in the t top slot, it’s been a month You niggas only reracked once, sellin d brown While d block buck, in the town I put 8 balls like a Reebok tuck Ah, you can smell the piff, ain’tgotta open the bag You could tell it’s it, yeah import her a bag It’s what you tell this bitch That’s all corny and sad, I can tell you bitch [Hook]