Bitch I'm back
Turnt up to the max
Pimpin', countin' paper stacks
Bullets go through windows, n***a
When I let them out this Mac

Whole-Whole- Whole gang eatin' good
HOOTERS We got plenty racks
Hollows when I load up my gat
Got a bad bitch rubbin' up on my back

This-this that player shit
You don't know nothin' about
I don't say too much
Just say enough Bet a bitch gon' bust it down
I don't gotta prove shit
That them folks figure it out
Make me pull up on da nawf and show you how quick shit goes south

Okay, it's my way or no way
Bitch, that ain't up for discussion
If you don't make more money than me then you can't tell me nothin
Way dat I keep them K's
You think I was in the Klan or that I'm Russian
If I said it, I'ma do it, I'ma do it
Ain't no bluffin
Bitch, we four deep in the 4 door
With a Glock 4.0 tryna make some hurt
Shit get too creep when I'm in the streets
N***as know me if I pop out somebody get murked

Bitch I'm a dеmon I came from the dirt
I can't let thеm get me, I'm gettin' them first
Bitch, if the opps end up catching me lackin
I'm doin', I'm doin' myself like I'm Kurt

Bitch I'm back
Turnt up to the max
Pimpin', countin' paper stacks
Bullets go through windows, n***a
When I let them out this Mac

Whole-Whole- Whole gang eatin' good
HOOTERS We got plenty racks
Hollows when I load up my gat
Got a bad bitch rubbin' up on my back

Bitch I'm back
Turnt up to the max
Pimpin', countin' paper stacks
Bullets go through windows, n***a
When I let them out this Mac
Whole-Whole- Whole gang eatin' good
HOOTERS We got plenty racks
Hollows when I load up my gat
Got a bad bitch rubbin' up on my back


Got a bad bitch rubbing up on my gat
Got em all big mad like my name is sam
Hyde
Hide yo feelings in a bag
Protect yo benjis before this lightning strike back
Talk
Talk yo shit cus you mad then yo got yo ass beat couldn't do me like that
It is what it is better take yo L
Stack sum bread n bounce right back

Shots in his back got his boys screaming
RICKY
Fye from the muzzle gon light my
Blizzy
All this recoil got my arms feeling
Dizzy
Ion kiss hoes that shit be
ICKY

Kicking back a door when i feeling bold
Shoot out the lights as i creep from below
Rip out yo eyes and i torture yo soul
We Leave you to rot till birds feed they own
Bitch I'm back
Turnt up to the max
Pimpin', countin' paper stacks
Bullets go through windows, n***a
When I let them out this Mac

Whole-Whole- Whole gang eatin' good
HOOTERS We got plenty racks
Hollows when I load up my gat
Got a bad bitch rubbin' up on my back

Bitch I'm back
Turnt up to the max
Pimpin', countin' paper stacks
Bullets go through windows, n***a
When I let them out this Mac

Whole-Whole- Whole gang eatin' good
HOOTERS We got plenty racks
Hollows when I load up my gat
Got a bad bitch rubbin' up on my back
UGH