Came Back

[Part I]

[Verse 1: Murda Mook]
Look, they keep begging me to come back
And do the battle in but I already run that
I got the handle, now it's time to get the jump shot
It's time to treat the whole game like it's young hot
Yeah, the sun hot, I got the sunblock
I run the spot, shoot a nickname fun dot
On the shot, pack it up like a lunch box
I told the heavy metal, never let the punks rock
Who iller than me, nobody, I'm hungry
But on these beats, I'm so cocky
So locky, I'm still on that bullshit
Come try me, hit your ass with the full clip
Top, show your little dogs how to move dick
You gеt your shit pushed when you try pull shit
Then I'll havе your body make you [?]
Badges and yellow tape decorate your lobby
I'm about to go in, no, not rolling, you know
But when a nigga pull the flow, time to get the ivy
No disrespect, I know I'm the hottest
I'm going over the hood like a coat in the closet
I don't give a motherfuck if you don't like me
Spit fire, yeah, try to give it up nicely
Then put it down, not the money, I need it
So now it's fuck you, if it ain't my money, I mean it
Nigga, I'm a murderer, mugging up the burn it up
Pop a shot, drop a nigga top like a convertible
No, I ain't concerned with them, niggas that be calling shit
If the label's fucking up, run up in them offices
Break all porcelains, that's who they check box
Start niggas CDs, smash streams on a laptop
One, the bread, fuck the feds and they snapshots
They just mad to see a young nigga hit the jackpot
J had 'em all wrong, I'm going to the mat lock
'Cause mat locker, them niggas, they got niggas rep drop
Fuck that, niggas squeeze on me, I'ma fuck that
Metal belly head, vice grips through his nut sack
Shit, and I'ma squeeze them 'til his nuts crack
And make 'em scream agony, I got the lust for that
I wear the gloves for that, so don't nothing match
A nigga run up on me, no, he ain't coming back

[Interlude]
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[Verse 2: Lola Monroe]
When I step up in it, I'm thinking Nazi
All eyes on me like a pazi
Stars get star struck like paparazzi
Riding in a Maserati with the top reese
Why you with the blue eyes like a Nazi
Haters, get your act together, this is not TV
Yeah, they saw me on the bottom, then it's blocky
But I feel nothing, ain't no bluffing
There's no stopping, why we shopping?
Go, baby, I'm ten, go get out a pot
If you ain't thinking mad, now we on a destin'
This ain't a problem, they saying, "Go get 'em"
They be like, "I got 'em"
Catch me on an island, in the water midas
Such a role model, another hundred thousand

[Part II]

[Verse 3: Cory Gunz]
People be saying I don't know what I be saying
I don't know, what, I'm probably out of my fuckin' noodles
He don't need to be playin' inside that we playin'
We inside, cause he's lying inside of his fucking pupils
If you would picture me, playing what I be saying
What, I know, why don't you try to be fucking [?]
Pull me worse, or it's worse, write a verse
With the cursive and each word in cursive
First the verse, switch the surface, kick dirt, who know?
Flippin' on shit like I know you though
Here to take you though, kidnapper who naps the kids
Like I'm an [?] who take you though
[?]
Can't nobody see nobody, people
Person pigeon point 'em out, he goin' [?]
I don't leave 'em crazy
So cocky