GO BACK THERE

Who want the smoke?
I bet you don’t
‘Cuz my boys ‘round here, yeah
My boys ‘round here
We aim for your throats
Who want the smoke?
I bet you don’t
‘Cuz my boys ‘round here, yeah
My boys ‘round here
We aim for your throats
You don’t want no problems with me
You don’t want no problems with me
You don’t want no problems with me
You don’t want no problems with me
Really hungry for the money
I don’t find shit funny
B’s coming for me, honey
Why you looking so bummy
Wish my shows would get booked
I wish I could write a good hook
I wish I could write a good verse
Without having to curse