Back On My BS lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Huh?
Ah, ah, ah, ah

[Verse 1: IamSU!]
Bobs in the club, pocket full of dubs
I’m the type to make a couple thousands just for popping up
Pay my own bills, house on the hill, oh
Fake ass rappers, softer than a pillow
Yeah I’m from the rinnage, legendary put me in the Guinness
Took over the game and I won’t stop until I’m finished
Looking for a SSimmons, run her like Emmit
n*ggas ain’t balling, they just do it for the image
I’m winning, grab the sh*t the dj is spinning
That’s what happens when a real one get it
Locomotor, I ain’t playing, I ain’t stopping n*gga
Till it’s hell you disrespect, I’m molly whopping, n*gga
Shout out problem, it’s my Compton molly popping, n*gga
This city popping, f*ck your label you ain’t popping, n*gga
Yeah, I’ma start trippin on fools
Different type of n*gga do a different way do

[Hook: IamSU!]
I said, I’m back on my bullsh*t, back on my bullsh*t
n*ggas steady talking but they never gonna pull sh*t
I said I’m back on my bullsh*t, back on my bullsh*t
n*ggas steady talking but they never gonna pull sh*t
I’m finna wild out
Go crazy on 'em, go crazy on 'em, go crazy on 'em
I’m finna file out
Go crazy on 'em, go crazy on 'em, go crazy on 'em
[Verse 2: Skipper]
Real sneaks attract them red freaks stay on me
Like fleas, get rammed like track meets
My team they can’t beat, so they wanna be a fan now
Blowing like a land mine, run up in this, man down
Keep these keys but these n*ggas wanna push me
Just because I get it that don’t mean that I’m a pus*y
Wolf Gang Puck on a track how I cook this
Catch me in the city prolly jump a stack of Stussy
Gang sh*t, got her ready to f*ck it low
Got her home, had her touching her toes you know
When it’s done, kick her out, it’s time to go
Ride me like a dinelow, spin it till your spine show
Gemy got my mind gone, a n*gga twisted
Accept no invitation, I’m bout bizness, I’m authentic
Rap suckers get lost in it, check the record now I’m lost in it

[Hook]
I said I’m back on my bullsh*t, back on my bullsh*t
n*ggas steady talking but they never gonna pull sh*t
I said I’m back on my bullsh*t, back on my bullsh*t
n*ggas steady talking but they never gonna pull sh*t
I’m fin to wail out, go crazy oh, go crazy on, go crazy on em
I’m fin to wail out, go crazy oh, go crazy on, go crazy on em

[Verse 3: Problem]
n*gga with the flow, n*gga with the dough, n*gga with the hoes
Lil pus*y eating n*gga with the 'fro
b*tches love it, so they play in it
Money like a suit b*tch, yeah I stay with it
Stay with it, stay ignit when I’m off the molly, though
Big balling is the hobby, yelling kemosabe walk
In the front, like a lobby though
n*ggas can’t stand it, team strong, paper long, boys panoramic
Loaded up the cannon, now it’s 'bout to fire
f*cking b*tches while I’m rollin rollin out no tire
Surrounded by clouds like a sky rise
Blowing weed that got me higher than God’s eyes
God’s eyes, man it’s real, balling on the field
Standing on they heads and let the pus*y n*ggas kill
Please lord forgive me everyday fare
HBK, Darmi Lei, now drop and do the head chin
WHAAAAATTTTT!!!

[Hook]