Back At It

[Verse 1]
Back at it with the new flow (yeah)
Back at it again with the new hoe (aha)
Back at it again with the new shit (ayy)
Back at it with the new bitch (new)

Every day you switch your gangs (gangs)
But still, you hang with the lames (lames)
Pussyboy I play no games (I don't)
Mention my name for the fame (clout)

Talking behind my back
All you hear it's click-clack black
Eat that pussy like a snack
Shoutout to the g Kodak

Im getting that good boof packs
Spendin' all my hard-earned racks
Expand my money to the max
Till Imma have a billion stacks

[Verse 2]
Get in the club everybody shouting
I don't give a fuck about you doubting
Keep my head up and just keep grinding
All the fake friends are now divided

All the new friends are now dick ridin'
I will be alone and just keep writing'
And let these people who are hiding

Change the flows like my hoes
Everyday gettin' foes with my bros
Making licks also droppin' hits
With my bitch, she sucking on my dick

Like a pro and me and my gang making dough
It's illegal so I keep the po and fuck this show
I don't like you but I keep it on the low low
Fuck 12, police and the po-po

[Verse 3]
Maybe I switch my lanes (skrt skrt)
I don't wear fake ass chains (I don't)
Smokin' on the different strains (gas)
Clean up the bloody stains (blood)

Pussy so good blow my brains (puuf)
I'm here tryna' make some money (cash)
You're fine but don't call me honey (aa aa)
All you can do is suck my johnny

[Verse 4]
Smoking the gas
Drink in the glass
I fuck and I pass
My life's a mess

Fill it with green
Please don't do lean
I don't remember
So what do you mean

[Verse 5]
Dunking on these bitches like I'm Mike yeah (mike)
The plug callin' I ain't got no time yea (drugs)
The green hundreds stuff in my pocket (cash)
My career shooting off like a rocket (famous)

Bitches only want me for my clout (what)
I got no clout it's a timeout (they leave)
These fake friends keep comin' and they leave (fuck friends)

I learned something so I ain't naive
Hope one day I will have money (blaaw)
To buy a drop-top that goes feey (phey)
I'm boo'd up with my team in the coupe
We got the guns and ready to shoot (paff-paff)

Make the money and give it to mama
She's the one who listens to your drama
When I was a jit I was thinking bout' the commas
This ain't no Fortnite so fuck lamas

[Verse 6]
I don't fuck with you broke boys
I got a gun I got no toys
I'm in this bitch I'm makin' noise
Got a bad bitch from Illinois

I'm sober yea I ain't poppin' no pills
Making the money I'm getting deals
Gotta foreign yea I'm driving the wheels
Got the real gold I ain't wearing no steel