CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : I’m Back
Gah, gah
Gah, gah, ah, gah
A Lau on the beat
Ayo, Eli, what the f**k?
Gang (Gang)
And they thought I was done with the sh*t
F**k it, I'ma start buggin' again
Like and they know they can't f**k with the kid
Geekin', I feel like the heart of this sh*t (Ah)
Like every day it get harder and sh*t
I go harden and sh*t, baby, pardon the drip
Like anywhere we gon' park out the whip
KK get you, your mother and father a b*t*h
Call me D Payne, double chop, two grips
Two clips off a bean, I'ma fiend for the hit
Crodies, they with me, they throwin' up Crip
Bloodies, they with me, we yеllin', "Don't trip"
Like red beam for thе fours in the V
Green beam for the Gz, blue beam for the P
And you n***as ain't really f**kin' with me on the beat
Dougie B, ain't nobody bigger than he
Like no cap, do the dash, just ride for the cash
Shorty throwin' it back, pa** for an a**ist like Nash
Ain't no reason to cap, everythin' I say facts
Like 100K on my body, I'm tact'
They keep dissin' the bros, swear to God, n***as sad
B*t*h, it's 300 DOA, f**k if you feel a way, add a K, then you a pack
Ah
I got on, I put on for the team
Gotta sh*t on them n***as who didn't believe
KK, he with me, buggin' with the heat
That's my brother, I'm clippin' cousins just for free (Ah)
Call me D Wade, all I need is three
I be boomin' to kill, fiend for the P
He said me, be an imposter
I ain't never wanna be a pop bum
You a loser, n***as need to stop it
With some lil' dirty n***as on the roster
But f**k that, let's get litty
We get benty, wocky with the Casa'
Watch her get sturdy, Zaza punchin', kickin' me like "Tada"
Mention the bro, that's a ticket to bye, bye
We turnin' up every time that a opp die
Bullets gon' rip through his shirt, now it's tie dye
He tried to run, watch him tripped, now he fly high
Throw up the score, we gon' link, it's a high five (Ah)
Mexican pain, we don't geek, we go cha cha (Cha)
And they thought I was done with the sh*t
F**k it, I'ma start buggin' again
Like and they know they can't f**k with the kid
Geekin', I feel like the heart of this sh*t
Like every day it get harder and sh*t
I go harden and sh*t, baby, pardon the drip
Like anywhere we gon' park out the whip
KK get you, your mother and father a b*t*h
Gah, gah, gah
DOA
DOA
Gah, gah, ah, gah
A Lau on the beat
Ayo, Eli, what the f**k?
Gang (Gang)
And they thought I was done with the sh*t
F**k it, I'ma start buggin' again
Like and they know they can't f**k with the kid
Geekin', I feel like the heart of this sh*t (Ah)
Like every day it get harder and sh*t
I go harden and sh*t, baby, pardon the drip
Like anywhere we gon' park out the whip
KK get you, your mother and father a b*t*h
Call me D Payne, double chop, two grips
Two clips off a bean, I'ma fiend for the hit
Crodies, they with me, they throwin' up Crip
Bloodies, they with me, we yеllin', "Don't trip"
Like red beam for thе fours in the V
Green beam for the Gz, blue beam for the P
And you n***as ain't really f**kin' with me on the beat
Dougie B, ain't nobody bigger than he
Like no cap, do the dash, just ride for the cash
Shorty throwin' it back, pa** for an a**ist like Nash
Ain't no reason to cap, everythin' I say facts
Like 100K on my body, I'm tact'
They keep dissin' the bros, swear to God, n***as sad
B*t*h, it's 300 DOA, f**k if you feel a way, add a K, then you a pack
Ah
I got on, I put on for the team
Gotta sh*t on them n***as who didn't believe
KK, he with me, buggin' with the heat
That's my brother, I'm clippin' cousins just for free (Ah)
Call me D Wade, all I need is three
I be boomin' to kill, fiend for the P
He said me, be an imposter
I ain't never wanna be a pop bum
You a loser, n***as need to stop it
With some lil' dirty n***as on the roster
But f**k that, let's get litty
We get benty, wocky with the Casa'
Watch her get sturdy, Zaza punchin', kickin' me like "Tada"
Mention the bro, that's a ticket to bye, bye
We turnin' up every time that a opp die
Bullets gon' rip through his shirt, now it's tie dye
He tried to run, watch him tripped, now he fly high
Throw up the score, we gon' link, it's a high five (Ah)
Mexican pain, we don't geek, we go cha cha (Cha)
And they thought I was done with the sh*t
F**k it, I'ma start buggin' again
Like and they know they can't f**k with the kid
Geekin', I feel like the heart of this sh*t
Like every day it get harder and sh*t
I go harden and sh*t, baby, pardon the drip
Like anywhere we gon' park out the whip
KK get you, your mother and father a b*t*h
Gah, gah, gah
DOA
DOA
