Letras
Back from the dead in the back of the whip
He get slapped in the neck if he chatting that shit
No i don't give a damn bout a rack or a brick
If i keep it a stack, i was dead as a bitch
Now i really do it for the love of the game
Y'all ain't really shooting, y'all is sweet as my bae
On my Ra's Al Ghul shit, resurrected again
When i spray the toolie, i ain't feeling a thing
Feeling foolish, dump the mag, i don't care bout the evidence
Buss on the beat, it's explicitly excellent
Jason Todd, i was dead now i'm back again
Red Hood sliding, getting rid of your regiment
They didn't wanna bring Shai in
Did it myself cause i ran out of patience
I get my hands on Shadyn
No hesitation we finna deface em
Cuz y'all stay fake, no Clayface
I do not got all day, bro make haste
Robin these banks like Payday
Sparing yo ass? It depend what the K say
Bad bitch with a fat ass call her Rae Rae
Famished, throwing that back, hit a nae nae
You know i slide with them twins, call em Marc and Xander
Pop a Jim Gordon, take his daughter after
Taking all Bruce green, i ain't talking Banner
Then remove his spleen like he never mattered
Looks like the dawg is now off of his collar
I scared the OGs cuz i ain't like no other
I'm Shai Gilgeous, mama knew i'm a baller
I'm sick as it gets but i miss all my brothers
Who else you know really rose from a grave
He ain't bout no smoke, put the pole to his face
I been hung from a rope but i swung to the game
Know they sung on they bros, brought a gun to the fade
Work overtime, no double
Get that cash then i stuff that duffle
New stick with a brand new muzzle
Leave em in the ground, 6 deep, no nuzzle
Off of the map, Sofaygo
Talked tough, now he got no face tho
I ain't nothing but a man with a mission
So i couldn't ever try fuck with a fake hoe
I do not care bout no bat, bitch