The Boys Are Back In Town

Ayy, bitch, I'm dead fresh, I might pull up in a casket

You be lookin' sweet like a fuckin' fruit basket

Spit a couple raps, I get a check and Johnny Cash it

I smash it, I let your mama rock my sunglasses

Don't think nobody gonna fuck with me like I do

Look at me killin' it, motherfuckers always talkin', but dammit, I'm high too

That means I don't give a fuck

Yeah, I wanna stunt

I make your salary thrice in a month

I pay your daddy to roll up my blunts

And he blow your allowance to pay for my lunch

You ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits

You ain't with the shits, Ramirez with your bitch (whoa)

Ride in the back of the truck with the pump, with a mask covering my face

Double the Glock 'cause I rip through the flesh

Inside of the Cutty with thing on my waist

Kick in the door, point me to the safe

Fuckin' the posters up with all the bass

Heat-seeking missiles, I load up and hit you

I carry the coffin and drop it in grave (ho)

You ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits

You ain't with the shits, Pouya with your bitch

I'm in my zone, I'm in my element, that's daily regiment

I'm pullin' up to Gravy's mama's house with perfect etiquette, lil' bitch

(Hey Mom, look, the boys are back in town)

Lil' bitch, fuck that

They been tryna kill me 'cause my bucks fat

My new bitch so thick that I got lost up in the buttcrack

I'm ready to give my guns back

Hop back in the ring and I run that

Rid of them off that love pack

I'm 'bout to be gettin' my funds back

Smokin' up on that swamp sack

Cut back in the 'Lac off the Prozac

Pimpin' these bitches, I'm breakin' 'em off as they hangin' up off my nutsack

Baby bone, got a bone to pick with you, yeah

Hold up, Ricky Bobby, I'm jacked up on Mountain Dew, yeah

You ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits

You ain't with the shits, Trippy with your bitch (whoa)

Mozzarella, marinara

Put that shit up on my pasta

I just got the Panamera, uh

Only flexing 'cause I gots to

Bought some dope and made it water

Shark Boy, Taylor Lautner

Come for your mother and daughter

Puffin' the indica harder

I just fucked your bitch in the back of my '96 DeVille (whoa) (woohoo)

Ayy, bitch, I'm dead fresh, I might pull up in a casket

You be lookin' sweet like a fuckin' fruit basket

Feel like I'm Houdini when your sister let me smash it

I dive up in the coochie handcuffed for ten minutes

Blindfolded, then escape, that's magic

Bitch