The Boys Are Back In Town

Ayy
*****, Im dead fresh, I might pull up in a casket
You be lookin sweet like a ****in fruit basket
Spit a couple racks, I get a check and Johnny Cash it
I smash it, I let your mama rock my sunglasses
Dont think nobody gonna **** with me like I do
Look at me killin it, ******** ****s always talkin,
But damnit, Im high too
That means I dont give a ****
Yeah, I wanna stunt
I make your salary thrice in a month
I pay your daddy to roll up my blunts
And he blow your allowance to pay for my lunch
You aint with the s**ts, you aint with the s**ts,
You aint with the s**ts
You aint with the s**ts, RAMIREZ with your ***** (Woah)
Ride in the back of the truck with the pump,
With a mask covering my face
Double the Glock cause I rip through the flesh
Inside of the Cutty with thing on my waist
Kick in the door, point me to the safe
****in the posters up with all the bass
Heat-seeking missiles, I load up and hit you
I carry the coffin and drop it in grave (Ho)
You aint with the s**ts, you aint with the s **ts,
You aint with the s**ts
You aint with the s**ts, Pouya with your *****
Im in my zone, Im in my element, thats daily regiment
Im pullin up to Gravys mamas house
With perfect etiquette, lil *****
(Hey Mom, look, the boys are back in town)
Lil *****, **** that
They been tryna kill me cause my bucks fat
My new ***** so thick that I got lost up in the buttcrack
Im ready to give my guns back
Hop back in the ring and I run that
Rid of them off that love pack
Im bout to be gettin my funds back
Smokin up on that swamp sack
Cut back in the Lac off the Prozac
Pimpin these b*****s,
Im breakin em off as they hangin up off my n** ***k
Baby bone, got a bone to pick with you, yeah
Hold up, Ricky Bobby, Im jacked up on Mountain Dew, yeah
You aint with the s**ts, you aint with the s**ts,
You aint with the s**ts
You aint with the s**ts, Trippy with your *****
Mozzarella, marinara
Put that s **t up on my pasta
I just got the Panamera, uh
Only flexing cause I gots to
Bought some **** and made it water
Shark Point to the Lord near
Come for your mother and daughter
Puffin the indica harder
I just ****ed your ***** in the back of my 96 DeVille
(Woah, woohoo)
** ***, Im dead fresh, I might pull up in a casket
You be lookin sweet like a ****in fruit basket
Feel like Im Houdini when your sister let me smash it
I dive up in the coochie handcuffed for ten minutes
Blindfolded, then escape, thats magic
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