Back in Action
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โฑ๏ธ 1:44 duration
๐ ID: 23265467
๐ Lyrics
Turn it down, let him hear it, homies
RJ always trippin', man
RJ always trippin', man
Fuck is this? Finnault dust?
Ayy, cuz ain't playin' with no dawgs, this some horse train
Scam God, I made my first ten off of four blanks
.48 EMGs in, this is fourth grade
I think I shot my first gun in the fourth grade
Overdid the sit-loss hype and I've been up for four days
Yeah, bitch, you fine, but you ain't my type, you poor bitch
Pull up on her, she gon' hit her knees, you think the Lord came
All these blues in the kitchen, turned this bitch to Ford Field
Knew his butt mass was pullin' down, I heard his Ford squeal
Life not a race, I keep a pace like I'm George Hill
Tony Montana, Bloodhound, lil' bro, these snort pills
Man, hey, I don't judge 'em though
Nowadays it's Yummiko, he used to be the gumbo boss
Nowadays it's Trizzy, wish that I could find the Wock'
We been spendin' all month, I wish that we could find his drop
Missin' in action, I heard he tryna find his bop
I'm tryna get out this bitch crib, let me find my sock
When I find my shot, when I find my spot
R.I.P., boy, you might as well just find a box
Back door, my nigga at that bitch, he let me right in
Sold a lot of dope, my first time, I fucked a white bitch
Shot niggas who jumped me, beat me up 'cause I was light-skinned
I never would've thought my childhood would be so fucked up
I wish that lil' nigga hit your crib and take your flash grenade
Pray that I ain't gotta whip my son, 'cause boy, I got my ass beat
Knowin' I was comin' home, I slept good on the mat
First day out of jail, I had a bitch come fuck me in the projects
I was right there, he dropped dead, start playin'
I be in the hood for real, niggas know where I be at
Leave me alone, if you ain't on that shit, I'm gon' go over there
Had to take a cop, nigga told on me, shit wasn't fair
She done popped a lot of Molly, 'bout to suck the squad dick
Back be tryin' good in my hood, I give 'em my switch
Know a nigga had two years, end up dyin' in that bitch
Ayy, Blood, you better bool out 'fore I slime you, nigga
RJ always trippin', man
RJ always trippin', man
Fuck is this? Finnault dust?
Ayy, cuz ain't playin' with no dawgs, this some horse train
Scam God, I made my first ten off of four blanks
.48 EMGs in, this is fourth grade
I think I shot my first gun in the fourth grade
Overdid the sit-loss hype and I've been up for four days
Yeah, bitch, you fine, but you ain't my type, you poor bitch
Pull up on her, she gon' hit her knees, you think the Lord came
All these blues in the kitchen, turned this bitch to Ford Field
Knew his butt mass was pullin' down, I heard his Ford squeal
Life not a race, I keep a pace like I'm George Hill
Tony Montana, Bloodhound, lil' bro, these snort pills
Man, hey, I don't judge 'em though
Nowadays it's Yummiko, he used to be the gumbo boss
Nowadays it's Trizzy, wish that I could find the Wock'
We been spendin' all month, I wish that we could find his drop
Missin' in action, I heard he tryna find his bop
I'm tryna get out this bitch crib, let me find my sock
When I find my shot, when I find my spot
R.I.P., boy, you might as well just find a box
Back door, my nigga at that bitch, he let me right in
Sold a lot of dope, my first time, I fucked a white bitch
Shot niggas who jumped me, beat me up 'cause I was light-skinned
I never would've thought my childhood would be so fucked up
I wish that lil' nigga hit your crib and take your flash grenade
Pray that I ain't gotta whip my son, 'cause boy, I got my ass beat
Knowin' I was comin' home, I slept good on the mat
First day out of jail, I had a bitch come fuck me in the projects
I was right there, he dropped dead, start playin'
I be in the hood for real, niggas know where I be at
Leave me alone, if you ain't on that shit, I'm gon' go over there
Had to take a cop, nigga told on me, shit wasn't fair
She done popped a lot of Molly, 'bout to suck the squad dick
Back be tryin' good in my hood, I give 'em my switch
Know a nigga had two years, end up dyin' in that bitch
Ayy, Blood, you better bool out 'fore I slime you, nigga