Bacc Again

[Intro]
[?]
Phew
Phew
Yeah

[Verse]
I'm a hot nigga
Crack a pint, finna drop a twelve, not a cop killer
Brand new glizzy, put that may may on, this ain't no stock pistol
Up that chopper, said shit on the bench, they think it got angel
Pour that drink out real quick
Bitch, I'm too high
Don't stick your business in if you ain't gang, that's how I do that
Got final [?], of that rock roll, look like Maroon 5
It's only bosses 'round us in this circle, you in the room lyin'
Lil' gang, them scury, up, we like that Presi, we gon' ice somethin'
Dawgs trump, shit gon' break the [?] and prolly bite somethin'
The VS emerald stones up in my charm, it cost a light hundred
Goofies got the ball up in they court, them niggas might fumble
I don't play no fifties or half-lines or hang with no opps
Niggas just now touchin' sevеnty-five, we know that ho rap
Twenty hit us, that's 'bout fifty choppеrs when we go out
Ten bricks of fetty stankin' up the house, might make me throw up
Real solid, take my whole hood with me when I blow up
He starin' at my chain up in the club, this bitch gon' go up
Hey, how these pussy rappers ran my life? Them niggas owe us
You sent two hundred shots, it ain't hit shit, they ain't have no luck
Dropped a Cullinan right off the lot, I'm finna boat up
Four hundred thousand, paid that shit in full, we gave them no [?]
When it come to me, they droppin' everything, they just gon' load up
Treat that Travis like a Laker's game, I'm finna post up
Yeah, fuck your feature, and your video, I ain't got no rap buddies
Ray ray in the cut, ain't tryna rap, you 'bout to clap somethin'
Yeah, four [?] cuff me like eight hundred, that's a crack onion
My nephew fried the plug the other day, and [?]
[?] twenty thousand dollars in all fives, that was trap money
I done fell in love with them new hundreds, I'm a stack junkie
I put too much Kay-Roll in that drank, it made the Act' funky
MAC-11, hit him in his top and knock his head of him
Leave that chopper smokin' like a muffler, we on all that
Real shotter, aimin' at no jersey, we hit ball caps
Used to, out of harm, bangin' off lines, nigga, all that
Fuck the plug, we fire him out his work, don't even call back
Richest nigga in my hood and city, know they sick of it
AP on me bussin', this bitch sunny, just like [?]
[?], when damn, we up that ticket, I want six hundred
It's four a show, you talkin' deals, you gotta add like six numbers
Fuck the opps, we treat 'em like Draft Kings, I'm tryna pick somethin'
Gotta raise them bitches big as hell, 'cause I got stick [?]
Bust the brakes, the ice chunky as hell, got my wrist jumpin'
Twenty-thousand pipes straight from the doctor, put my mix on it, nigga

[Outro]
Man, fuck them niggas, man
We gotta leave this shit like that, nigga
Back again
Drank God
You know, I'm comin' with this shit, nigga, hardest nigga in this shit, nigga!
Fuck type of time we on
[?] them niggas jealous, [?], them niggas sick to they stomach
Ha
Phew
[?], ice