Back in My Groove (Intro)

Hey, hey Shoot Baby
They want the old Xan back like
Yeah

[Hook]
Let’s get it on better stop talking like a lil bitch
ARP hip fire shoot like a switch
These niggas be dickriding I’m trying to spin
We shoot ‘em in May I’ma call up Gwen
Skub’ turn up with them RP 10s
In love with the Glock this a 5th gen
70 racks in jewelry out the Benz
You talkin' 'bout buying a ‘K
Better get your priorities straight
Dog singin' I ain’t talking bout Nate
Oh your dog got shot like Larenz Tate
Stop bluffin’ and I might buy your mixtape
Hospital, he can walk with a hip brace
Hospital, he gon leave with a hip plate
Don’t fuck with niggas, I don’t like Kunta Kinte

[Verse 1]
Real members I look up to Adolf Hitler
Kill for a bowl I’m a cereal killer
My bitch stayed down she realer than you niggas
Beat to death I ain’t fuckin' with Emmett
Shot on the box he was at the crib chillin’
Stepped on fuck you and your siblings
Shotgun in my Wrangler denim
Hit out the whip ‘cause the anger was in me
What kind of car? Bitch it’s a Double R
You ain’t shoot back he got killed right in front of y’all
I could’ve sold all of my guns and got 40 cars
Ain’t help me get here, care bout none of y’all
Blood on my all white forces
Bitch kill my phone, that shit get annoying
Looking for blood they calling me Morbius
Call Jeff ‘cause bitch I ain’t order this
If I hit a track I’m abusing
I’m the Juice in my own world, dreams in lucid
Hop in the car you ain’t shoot? You useless
How you let him get away? You stupid
Dropped out, now I’m rich, I’m a doofus
Hop out with the drac’ no music
Bitch know Xan, she don’t know Moody
Chris Brown, we ain’t using no deuces
Bitch this a Trackhawk, not a Range
Chick in the hood like we ordered Cane's
I’ll shoot at a bitch too, I know I’m lame
Turn to a rockstar like Lil Wayne
Shoot Baby, yeah I’ll shoot like the Celtics
4 of Wock, yeah that shit got me belching
4 year old kid in a full Nelson
I can go Infamous like Delsin
Wanna meet God? Nigga I’ma help you
Bitch nigga signed a deal and they shelfed him
I ain’t let shit go like Elsa
My rollie plain jane like Delta
Big ass scope look like a projector
This ain’t Marvel my bitch name Jessica
Bitch want me put on a glove like Nebula
Drop the lo’ dot dot et cetera

[Hook]
Let’s get it on better stop talking like a lil bitch
ARP hip fire shoot like a switch
These niggas be dickriding I’m trying to spin
We shoot ‘em in May I’ma call up Gwen
Skub’ turn up with them RP 10s
In love with the Glock this a 5th gen
70 racks in jewelry out the Benz
You talkin bout buying a ‘K
Better get your priorities straight
Dog singing I ain’t talking bout Nate
Oh your dog got shot like Larenz Tate
Stop bluffin’ and I might buy your mixtape
Hospital, he can walk with a hip brace
Hospital, he gon leave with a hip plate
Don’t fuck with niggas, I don’t like Kunta Kinte