Letras
Guess I'm going back, guess I'm going back
Left some money on the table, guess I'm going back
Plug telling me they really miss me in the trap
And I could triple up my money, guess I'm going back
Guess I'm going back (yeah), guess I'm going back
Left some money on the table, guess I'm going back (yeah)
Plug telling me they really miss me in the trap
And I could triple up my money, guess I'm going back
Down a dark lonely road that I know
And it's filled with rats
Word on the street, the super Chef is back
Little did I know I left a whole load of bread
Niggas tried to slice it, and now I'm on the head (niggas)
I been gone from the streets too long (uh-uh-uh)
'Cause I ain't hearing niggas singing my songs
I started living right, and left y'all dead wrong
What was I on? What was I on?
It's a shame y'all been dealing with this frauds
Only real shit that I'm hearing coming from the real broads
And I could give a fuck about a nigga and his car
When he steady getting smoked like a big Cuban cigar
Watch the liquor pour slow like the ice on your head (nigga)
Steady sleeping on us, got that lice in your bed
Running through the lights, we ain't stopping when they red
Living dreams in your head
Guess I'm going back, guess I'm going back
Left some money on the table, guess I'm going back
Plug telling me they really miss me in the trap
And I could triple up my money, guess I'm going back
Guess I'm going back (yeah), guess I'm going back (eh)
Left some money on the table, guess I'm going back
Plug telling me they really miss me in the trap
And I could triple up my money, guess I'm going back (for sure)