iiamquieseyy - Back In Town Lyrics

And I'm back in the yo let's go
Flipping packs in the back of the trap where you niggahs cant go
And I'm actually strapped with a pole
Smoking action pack I just might load up and go
Fuck a ratchet cat she throw it back like a pro
Fucking back to back her pussy good shoulda known
While I ride with runts tryna up the score
While I'm riding with this dough who want the smoke
Exotic drip I just like buying exotic shit
A lot of sticks you can get put in the coffin
Surrounded by robbers and killers
My niggahs gone get ya
You talking get slapped with a 40
I'm really retarded
Don't get shit started
Or you and yo niggahs be targets
Got choppas and carbines
My shootas They heartless
Lil freaky bitch pulling the dick out the garment
Say you want smoke that's one hell of a battle
Wanna know about me gotta flip big chapters
Me and my niggahs don't fuck with the hassle
We strapped in the bricks people care for a battle
Big choppa snake i like the way that It rattle
When the choppa quake I like the sound that it make
Big 45 like the way that it shake
Showing love to my fam can't switch up on the gang
I feel like I'm lost in the field I guess that I'm to attached to the jungle
I'm strapped with a 9 my heater as hot as a the oven ready to dispose you
Can't beef with these niggahs these niggahs be scary as fuck acting like these hoes do
I'm stacking my cheddar up I will not fuck up my bag beefing bout some old news
I had to get up and get it can't fumble my bag by fucking these lil bitty bitches
I had to cop me a semi these niggahs be tripping
Got switches on all of my blickys
Ian ducking no smoke but I'm ducking this hoe fuck the bitch with the see through Windows
If I say let's go den you already know my gang gone send em home
Sending shots clutching this pole
We smashed his car tryna be bold
Keep on fucking with my gang you gone die before you old
Say buddy died tryna reload
We sending shots straight to the dome
Let's smoke some Za tryna get gone
Spin the block fucking freak hoes
And I'm back in the yo let's go
Flipping packs in the back of the trap where you niggahs cant go
And I'm actually strapped with a pole
Smoking action pack I just might load up and go
Yeah I'm back inna A so let's get it
I'm sliding Round with my motherfucking gremlin's
I'm riding round still clutching on switches
I get back in town I can't fuck with these bitches
It's going down
Yeah my money loud
I be inna clouds
On the way to my mission
Betta turn around
I don't do the crowds
We can get em out
Get em smoked with diss blicky
Take a trip to the yo with lil Quan
Can't no niggah test us he retarted im dumb Dey say we so crazy get em offed with a Thumb
Yeah while we still running our funds and clutching a gun
Ain't nobody stopping us
Dey really mad they hang and can't rock with us Dey hella mad that we rich running Profit Upp We been working & rapping got a lotta bucks... still cannot fuck with usand
At all
We just tryna ball
Grinding til we fall
We just hit da mall
Said he back in the yo with his hoes
Said I'm in da A but I'm just with the bros
To use to this static had to switch to a pole
Running it upp trap it out tap it out get em gone
I like being alone
Only way i can think I can neva wrong
Just pick up the headphones hop straight on a song
Just mute out the world let the beat take control
Cause lul q on a roll
Yeah snappin back to back
Yeah I get featured every track
You know my lyrics neva lack
I keep a stick fuck all the chat
I'm tired playing
Yeah I'm really done for real on the ville
I just want bands and I swear that I can't chill don't want no thrill don't need no fans

And I'm back in the yo let's go
Flipping packs in the back of the trap where you niggahs cant go
And I'm actually strapped with a pole
Smoking action pack I just might load up and go
Fuck a ratchet cat she throw it back like a pro
Fucking back to back her pussy good shoulda known
While I ride with runts tryna up the score
While I'm riding with this dough who want the smoke
Exotic drip I just like buying exotic shit
A lot of sticks you can get put in the coffin
Surrounded by robbers and killers
My niggahs gone get ya
You talking get slapped with a 40
I'm really retarded
Don't get shit started
Or you and yo niggahs be targets
Got choppas and carbines
My shootas They heartless
Lil freaky bitch pulling the dick out the garment
Say you want smoke that's one hell of a battle
Wanna know about me gotta flip big chapters
Me and my niggahs don't fuck with the hassle
We strapped in the bricks people care for a battle
Big choppa snake i like the way that It rattle
When the choppa quake I like the sound that it make
Big 45 like the way that it shake
Showing love to my fam can't switch up on the gang
I feel like I'm lost in the field I guess that I'm to attached to the jungle
I'm strapped with a 9 my heater as hot as a the oven ready to dispose you
Can't beef with these niggahs these niggahs be scary as fuck acting like these hoes do
I'm stacking my cheddar up I will not fuck up my bag beefing bout some old news
I had to get up and get it can't fumble my bag by fucking these lil bitty bitches
I had to cop me a semi these niggahs be tripping
Got switches on all of my blickys
Ian ducking no smoke but I'm ducking this hoe fuck the bitch with the see through Windows
If I say let's go den you already know my gang gone send em home
Sending shots clutching this pole
We smashed his car tryna be bold
Keep on fucking with my gang you gone die before you old
Say buddy died tryna reload
We sending shots straight to the dome
Let's smoke some Za tryna get gone
Spin the block fucking freak hoes
And I'm back in the yo let's go
Flipping packs in the back of the trap where you niggahs cant go
And I'm actually strapped with a pole
Smoking action pack I just might load up and go
Yeah I'm back inna A so let's get it
I'm sliding Round with my motherfucking gremlin's
I'm riding round still clutching on switches
I get back in town I can't fuck with these bitches
It's going down
Yeah my money loud
I be inna clouds
On the way to my mission
Betta turn around
I don't do the crowds
We can get em out
Get em smoked with diss blicky
Take a trip to the yo with lil Quan
Can't no niggah test us he retarted im dumb Dey say we so crazy get em offed with a Thumb
Yeah while we still running our funds and clutching a gun
Ain't nobody stopping us
Dey really mad they hang and can't rock with us Dey hella mad that we rich running Profit Upp We been working & rapping got a lotta bucks... still cannot fuck with usand
At all
We just tryna ball
Grinding til we fall
We just hit da mall
Said he back in the yo with his hoes
Said I'm in da A but I'm just with the bros
To use to this static had to switch to a pole
Running it upp trap it out tap it out get em gone
I like being alone
Only way i can think I can neva wrong
Just pick up the headphones hop straight on a song
Just mute out the world let the beat take control
Cause lul q on a roll
Yeah snappin back to back
Yeah I get featured every track
You know my lyrics neva lack
I keep a stick fuck all the chat
I'm tired playing
Yeah I'm really done for real on the ville
I just want bands and I swear that I can't chill don't want no thrill don't need no fans