Back from the Dead

Yeah
Blowin opps daily
Blowin opps daily
I can’t even face it
Hellcat, super charged motor
I ain’t racin
We catch his ass, we scorin
Cook his ass like bacon
I’ll make a nigga famous
Out the window yellin gang shit
We not to be played with
Livin thug life like Pac and them
Hail Mary
Throw my blessings up before we box em in
Chrome Heart, designer kicks
Bitch, I got all kinds of shit
Step on any nigga, give a fuck about a consequence
NLE, walk a nigga down with the choppa bitch
I feel like Peezy, black timbs
Wintertime grind shit
Niggas wanna be me but don’t wanna put that time in
Niggas never see me, shit they must be out of town with it
Lil baby vibe different
Hittin corners, slide wit me
We be trailin back to back
Movin like some mob members
Tell my momma if they ask me out, then it was my business
Lamb truck look good as hell, I’m tryna drive in it
He lookin through his rear-view, whole time I was on side of him
Tote my Glicks like TLB
Ion even trust my brothers
Before I D I E, I’m takin niggas up to god with me
Demons in my sleep, gettin haunted by that fuck nigga
Bitch you know it’s fuck niggas
Niggas know what’s up with me
All my bitches tweakers, get the drop and set em up for me
I be tryna leave sum
Quit wit all that mean muggin
He was tryna run, until I upped the beam on him
Niggas ain’t no real pits
Goin hood to hood on field trips
All that playin gangsta, boy you still a snitch
Streets don’t love nobody but I’m still in em
Take the score, we still winnin
And when I die, label me a real nigga
Blowin opps daily
I can’t even face it
Hellcat, super charged motor
I ain’t racin
We catch his ass, we scorin
Cook his ass like bacon
I’ll make a nigga famous
Out the window yellin gang shit
We not to be played with
Livin thug life like Pac and them
Hail Mary
Throw my blessins up before we box em in
Chrome Heart, designer kicks
Bitch, I got all kinds of shit
Step on any nigga, give a fuck about a consequence