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Back Again

Back Again

(album: Welcome To O'Block - 2020)

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

[Lil Durk:]
Blast his ass
I don't even ask when it come to cash, they catch him
Blast his ass
Jam get out that jam, I gave him fifty, ain't gotta ask again
He was catching murders, way back then, that's when the max was in
I don't drink that red or that green, bring back the Act again
Fucked her then she told that she hate me, now she back again
And you still alive, you better be lucky, ain't no trafficking
Hate they ass so much, we dig 'em up and tell 'em, "Die again"
I can hit the club all by myself long as the strap is in
Niggas told me, all the rappers pussy, ain't no rapper then
They told 'em what type of car was in, I had to go get it wrapped again
Say when I get on, ain't no more thots, we fucking actresses
Bitch, you know we lying, we fucking thotties on the mattresses

[Prince Dre:]
Hey, pop out like a ghost
They like, "Prince Dre, boy, he back again" (Uh)
If a body moving, I spin back again, clap again (Uh)
I be in New Orleans with a choppa like I'm Soulja Slim (Uh, hey, hey)
O'Block they my brothers but 300 that's my woadie nem
Don't be my fucking partners
I be moving through these bitch, ain't worried 'bout no oppers (Ain't worried 'bout no, ooh)
I'm a fucking shooter
And I'm dreaded like a rasta
I be running up that bag, I been trapping out that charger (Skrrr)
Foenem screaming, "Get back"
You know I'm with that (Uh)
Long live Baby Boy, but T-Roy can't forget hec
Project baby, 6-4 shawty, got it on my back (Uh)
Chopper bullet, make a somersault then put 'em on his back (Boom, boom)

[King Von:]
I ain't tryna squash no beef, nigga (Squash no beef, nigga)
We into it 'til you die, real street nigga (Real street nigga)
At yo' funeral, I might just slide, rest in pee, nigga (Rest in pee, nigga)
Shoot up everybody that's outside
I bet Wooski feel this one (Boom-boom, boom-boom)
I bet Wooski still twitching (Damn, damn-damn)
He changed, something different
I got clips like Mel Gibson (Yeah)
All full, none of them empty (Grrah, grrah)
I know niggas scared to come around when I pop out outside (I know it)
I done gave niggas whole head starts (What?), still I hawk 'em down (Boom, boom)
That shit crazy (Damn)
Krump was doing all that woofing and he ain't even make it (Damn)
Melly got shot up in the party, started Harlem shaking (Damn, damn, damn)
If the pigs keep tweaking, I'ma start frying bacon (Boom, boom)
The difference between me and you, is you be asking, I be taking (Boom, boom, boom, boom-boom-boom-boom)

[Lil Durk:]
Blast his ass
I don't even ask when it come to cash, they catch him
Blast his ass
Jam get out that jam, I gave him fifty, ain't gotta ask again
He was catching murders, way back then, that's when the max was in
I don't drink that red or that green, bring back the Ac' again
Fucked her then she told that she hate me, now she back again
And you still alive, you better be lucky, ain't no trafficking
Hate they ass so much, we dig 'em up and tell 'em "Die again"
I can hit the club all by myself long as the strap is in

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