Woah/Go Back In Lyrics

Yeah, smokin' the gas it help

They try to say it's bad for my health

I can put fire to him, make him melt

Body in the woods, head up on the shelf

Next nigga try it and he gon' get dealt with

I know how to sling a pole

I heard they put one in that nigga dome

Threw him out the car and left him in the road

I got a partner bringin' in them loads

Not just talkin' weed, talkin' bout them codes

Hit that account for a couple thou

Bringin' in them racks, got em sayin' wow

And I got weed, get it from me now

If I go back up north it's back to sellin' powder

She tryna fuck a nigga for a hour

But I just need 30 and I gotta dip

I got another person hitting me up

Askin' for the price of a motherfuckin' zip

I'm sellin' bags to her neighbors

I walk in the crib and they rollin' and blazin

They lovin' the way that the weed be tastin

Nothin' but pressure kickin

Beat the competition like a exhibition

They say my shit the hardest, I'm never missin

What's a GOAT Better know I'm the definition

Cut your throat, better know I'm forever with it

He a hoe and he know that I'm set to get him

And I'm waitin' for it

What the fuck is that nigga debatin' for

What the fuck is them fuck niggas hatin' for

All the pressure and smoke, I was made for it, on God

One of these niggas just did number two

They was scared when I walked in

Me and Bro got like three pistols

And bout four missiles in the car if they talk big

I had counted out five niggas

Only six bullets to put them in a coffin

But they didn't want no pressure, they slid out

Slid to the hoe crib with my dick out, that's for real

Honestly, none of these niggas can fuck with me

I hit the booth and I run the beat

Then get another beat, then might go back to the other beat

Make sure that track be a hundred piece

Fuck all the fuckery

I'm tryna be where the money be

Up to the sky, think you sonnin' me

Boy, you ain't nothin' but a bitch and a wannabe

Wanna see action, then lil' nigga come and see, whoa

I tried to tell him chill

Demons right at your door, gotta let them in

Know they kickin' your door with that F&N

Bet it's knockin' the skin off a skeleton

Put a hole in his throat, he can't yell again

If you know, then you know, better tell your friend

I am not one of them niggas

I be ballin', but I'll shoot the gym, nigga

Leavin' blood on the motherfuckin' rim, nigga

Knock the hair off his head, he a trim, nigga

Don't go tellin' no folks you a real nigga

You was never out there in that field, nigga

And do half of the shit that I did, nigga

But I got away, so let me chill, nigga, for real

Yeah, this shit really easy, for real

Yeah, goin' back in

If he ridin' with you, where he at then

How the fuck is he gettin' that pack in

That's your bro, but you don't get the backend

Boy, you broke and you know that I'm strapped in

We can go toe to toe with them straps then

Got the flow, when I go, never lackin

He see me in person and he got to actin'

Yeah, I'm out here tryin' to get it

Work a job, selling weed, cause I gotta get it

Hit a lick, money sent, cause I gotta get it

I get money, and still feel my pockets empty

Now I'm savin' my money, try not to spend it

Used to blow it, I learned how to handle it

When I linked with the bro, taught me how to get dough from the bank

I'm in love with the scammin' shit

Say you havin' that pack, but ain't havin' shit

You ain't got it, don't think that your pack exist

She was tryin' to pull me to the back and shit

Tellin' me to come eat from the back and shit

Beat it up till I'm breakin' her back and shit

Man, this shit gettin' easy

I make music everyday, so believe me

Mask up all black, so believe me

His momma callin' off of work for bereavement

Everything that nigga said, I done seen it

Cold hearted, leave him dead in that season

Big steppa', bet not give me a reason

Killin' every beat I touch this shit easy

Come make some money with me, cause you need it

Ain't got it all, but I keep tryin' to feed him

She call my phone, tellin' me that she leavin

I don't give a fuck, bitch you know I don't need ya

So you got it, when we come and start shootin

No soldier stoppin', we got shooters from east to the west coast

If you come to the south, get your neck broke

Make a nigga head, do a whole spin

Then go to the cell with a whole grin

I had to cut off some old friends

Both of them niggas bitches, they whole twins, for real