Go Back Broke Lyrics

Tryna get rich can't go back broke

All white fit I look like the pope

Put one in the brain I'm ready to go

It's one of one bankzz, your shorty she know

If you iffy I can't rock with you bro

I've been through a lot I cant trust a soul

Funny when your friends turn into foes

Snakes in the grass, it gotta get mowed

I got the 40 on me on go

Back out the pole

The shit that I see man I can't tell a soul

Get smoked like a spliff and get left in the road

Just me and my glizz up in public

If you run up wrong, know imma buss it

She fuck the gang and nigga you cuffed it

big high in the booth, loud pack its tumpin

Okay, okay, okay

I'm rollin' around this Glock on me all day

Okay

And broski yeah he tryna take your face

Okay

And I told lil shorty I really need some space, okay, okay

I'm married to the brown bill yeah we engaged

Really really I just ain't with the talk

Niggas they plot

So many sticks and they fresh out the lot

Fuck I mean box

Get put in a box

Jakes try so hard to get me knocked

Wonderin' if this shit will ever stop

Bankroll banks got shit in my socks

I'm swiping a card ain't making no wop

Niggas they talk but they don't even know

Just for the gang you know she gon' ho

It'll be best if you just play your role

Get back gang you know that's fosho

Tryna get rich can't go back

Tryna get rich can't go back broke

Tryna get rich can't go back

Tryna get rich can't go back broke

All white fit I look like the pope

Put one in the brain I'm ready to go

It's one of one bankzz your shorty she know

If you iffy I can't rock with you bro

I been through a lot I cant trust a soul

Funny when your friends turn into foes

Snakes in the grass they gotta get mowed