Guess Who's Back

Yeah
Paula Perry
Caslu Money Beats
Ha ha ha ha
Listen

Guess who's bizack
Guess who's bizack
All I hear is, Paula P this, Paula P that
Guess who's bizack

Yeah, pop shit Paula P gon' poppa
Out of Fort Green if you wanna holla
Gotta lotta power take my Glock up in the shower
Sold a lotta white bitch hundred miles an hour
The hood got respect for me, real niggas check for me
God mommy recipe, smell what I'm cookin
Brooklyn eat with me, clean up for dinner
Roll with a winner get away from them sinners
I ride the cinders got them zags in the Jag
Speed wheels on the CL, familiars on the rag
I roll with niggas that'll blast for the cash
Stacks in the mailbox, packs in the trash
My cook up will send you back to your lap bitch
I'm tailgatin, I'm right up on that ass bitch
Switch lanes, which dame wanna test my aim
Go and get the grain, I'll -clink- till you feel pain

Guess who's bizack
Guess who's bizack
All I hear is, Paula P this, Paula P that
Guess who's bizack

Ha, here comes something meaner, leaner
Got some dirty hoes I'm cleaner
Stand at attention, no flinch
Miss that wig, ain't from the itch
Ha, I don't wanna shoot you
But if you force my hands, then that's on you
Oh yeah, your ass is mismatched
I'm back bitches, y'all gotta eat that
What you eat that but you can't eat kale
Listen to P, I'm servin you well
Hell, gimme my props
My money paid for a lotta movies y'all watch
What, fuck, 'bout to go nuts
Miss Sunshine with all that stuff
Y'all hoes doin too much
Feel me on line, actin like sluts
Oh they wanna act all tough
But, they stuck when the goons pull up
Hood up, shots rang out where you hang out
Now it's a big bang out
Died runnin your mouth
All that for clout, clout, all that for clout
Now go play
Take some time to reflect on today

Guess who's bizack
Guess who's bizack
All I hear is, Paula P this, Paula P that
Guess who's bizack