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Been off the scene now I'm back
I Took a bath with bleach I'm back
Umm White bitch in the front seat driving me I'm back
Finna see what I can see
Collect my cheese I'm back
They was hating on me I'm Back
Pussy nigga ain't me I'm back
7 in the morning they knocking I just paid the plug now so all of its profit
I don't go on dates I just inbox her private
And tell her come smoke or come fuck on the flyest
Shout out my patna he put in the time
Fuck all the fakes I found out they was lying
Took back my Drake from lil Tony he fied
Told that lil nigga don't come back outside
See u again and u goin to God
Shoot at the car with yo daughter inside
Told us at lunch and by dinner we slide
I fuck my bitches best friend if she fine
Fentanyl Dealer they bangin my line
Ran thru a 100 pounds 500 times
Marley why u ain't Been puttin out fire
I run a trap I been stuck at the job
I lost a pack and then one of em died
Still tryna keep my face outta the lime
Do u know what happen my lil guy
Broadie don't ask me that shit no more times
He was rat and wasn't none of y'all steppin
If they didn't hit em then we was gon catch em
Don't make me send his lil niggas a message
Cuz I take it threat when u askin them questions
I got 2 pending cases but I'm catching plays chasing pain killers with a minute made
I'm real shooter and a renagade
Plenty Rubberbands like I twist and braid
Grew a 100 Grand off a zip of K
Knew a nother with a brick of ye
Nigga relocated to this very day
But before he left I put in his face
Made em strip down and took the Brick away
Whoever frontin still a lick away
Know I'm coming 4 em like a bitches face
Get ya face wrapped like a bitches waist
Read my prior records these ain't bitches cases
ACA's turned unlawful use
Pistol whipped a nigga outta school
Mama tried to keep me out the news
Long as he rappin that niggas was cool
Long as he snappin that nigga a foo
Mo money mo problems need money to solve em if I'm up a hunnid I ain't gotta rob em
6 in the morning I'm counting up for us
Sell the fentanyl pills leave the real ones for us
You a hustler you know it you ain't gotta show it
I rap for the ballers without a big homie
Can't hit the club if I can't bring it on me
All of this cheese need a big pepperoni
Keep white bitches on me
They calling me Tony
If he think I'm easy I guess he don't know me.
I'm from Missouri he begging I show em.
Put one in his top and put one in his Homie
Whip my dick out told that lil bitch to blow me
I don't got a deal but I might sign with Sony