BACK IN THE LEAGUE

[Intro]
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)

[Chorus: RTB MB]
We put switches on them Glocks, better aim down
Boy, you better watch your mouth in here, you know the gang 'round
And if they wasn't, still smoke you, ain't no playin' 'round
I'm tryna have a chat with destiny, she say my name now (His name's Pablo)
We put switches on them Glocks, better aim down
Boy, you better watch your mouth in here, you know the gang 'round
And if they wasn't, still smoke you, ain't no playin' 'round
I'm tryna have a chat with destiny, she my name—

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
We put switches on the opps, they gon' say, "Ow"
Man, this outfit I got on cost me eight thou'
Them niggas ain't get shot 'cause they ain't 'round
Wrist on shit, fuck, neck on bling, blaow (Huh?)
What the fuck is my opps if they ain't clowns?
Niggas gettin' TEC'd up if they play foul
Fah-fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah, eight rounds
I hit his ass, he went, "Ahh," James Brown

[Verse 2: RTB MB & Skilla Baby]
I ain't Simon, but she do it when I say so (Huh?)
My scale stay on G unit, Tony Yayo
I got pape', I'ma stack this shit up, it's a Lego
Huh, catch an opp, then I pop top like a Faygo
Or I might get to pimpin' bitches, fuck it, let the tape go
Huh, pop a nigga with my Draco, then I lay low
It's Bandcamp and it's RTB, need I say more?
When the opps drop, I be geeked up, I ain't Fabo
Whip stuey, I just poured a whole five in a Faygo
If I don't get back in the league, G Unit, I'm sellin' yayo
Up Glock on your mans, bald head, nigga, stage four
Man, bitches tryna get me for my chips, I gotta lay low

[Chorus: RTB MB]
We put switches on them Glocks, better aim down
Boy, you better watch your mouth in here, you know the gang 'round
And if they wasn't, still smoke you, ain't no playin' 'round
I'm tryna have a chat with destiny, she say my name now
We put switches on them Glocks, better aim down
Boy, you better watch your mouth in here, you know the gang 'round
And if they wasn't, still smoke you, ain't no playin' 'round
I'm tryna have a chat with destiny, she my name now

[Verse 3: Skilla Baby]
I got drops, then them niggas got dropped, huh
Ridin' with two extra arms, shot clock, huh
Used to walk around with crack stuffed in my sock
Pull up on my opps, bang-bang-bang, I'm not pots

[Verse 4: RTB MB]
What you call some niggas gettin' smoked in the whip? A hotbox
We got Dracs, switches, and a Diamondback for opp blocks
My main bitch asked me 'bout the hoes, I said, "Ah-ah"
Amiri sweats with Supreme shoes, nigga, I'm a clean dude
Flash out and really smoke your ass, but I seem cool
Girly tryna get some DNA, I'm in her jeans too
Put the guns down, hit you with a hook like Kareem do
Had a threesome in Washington, I'm a wizard, I don't mean Kuz

[Interlude: Skilla Baby]
They don't want my nigga back in the— ahh
They don't want my nigga back in the— uh, huh?
They don't want my nigga back in the league, that shit fucked up, huh?
They don't want my nigga back in the league, that shit fucked up, ah
They don't want my nigga back in the league, huh
They don't want my nigga back in the league, that shit fucked up, huh

[Verse 5: Skilla Baby]
MB got it rainin' threes, no umbrella, huh
Ooh, my nigga just dunked on Clinton Capela, huh
MB, they don't wanna see you with Melo
Ever since you hit Jaxson Hayes with that heso, huh?

[Verse 6: RTB MB]
Fuck around, get to leanin' off that turtle, Donatello
What the fuck? Kick this nigga out the spot, he sparked a 'rello
Fuckin' with baby, no strings attached, nigga, I'm a cello
She spent a couple bands on her BBL, she got a Jell-O

[Chorus: RTB MB]
We put switches on them Glocks, better aim down
Boy, you better watch your mouth in here, you know the gang 'round
And if they wasn't, still smoke you, ain't no playin' 'round
I'm tryna have a chat with destiny, she say my name now
We put switches on them Glocks, better aim down
Boy, you better watch your mouth in here, you know the gang 'round
And if they wasn't, still smoke you, ain't no playin' 'round
I'm tryna have a chat with destiny, she my name now