Back In Action (First 42 Hours Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
True, go 'head and plug 'em in

[Chorus]
Ayy, I got a lot to lose (I got a lot to lose)
Two-stepping in this thang like it's socks and shoes (Like it's socks and shoes)
Lil' baby on my— uh, tell her not to choose (Tell her not to choose)
It's n*ggas in this party, they know not to move (They know not to)
Ayy, let me get jiggy (Let me get jiggy)
Fell in love with the chop, it got big titties (It got big titties)
My shooter air it out, it may hit Milly (Pow-pow-pow)
n*gga, you don't want the smoke, you a hillbilly (You a hillbilly)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I said I'm back in action (I'm back in action)
When they see a n*gga, it's lights, camera, action (Like, chk-chk)
n*gga, I'm the main attraction
When the b*tches see me, it's like a chain reaction, ayy (Like a chain reaction)
They just stop and stare (They just stop and stare)
Yeah, these b*tches on my di*k, they call me Papa Bear (They call me Papa)
They in love with my fit, it's not Rocawear (It's not Rocawear)
I'll leave your hoodie red, it is not Moncler (Pow-pow-pow)
Ayy, can't change jerseys (Can't change jerseys)
Four-two up on my sh*t like I'm James Worthy (It's four-deuce)
Ayy, think a n*gga geeking off this plain brown (Yeah, geekin')
Ayy, this Glock done jammed on me, gotta change .30s (Gotta change poles)
Ayy, I can't hop hoods (I Can't hop hoods)
Bris poppin' like this would (Like this Glock do)
f*ck with suckas? It's not good (It's not bool)
Call this b*tch mechanic 'cause it pop hoods (And we pop tools)
[Chorus]
Ayy, I got a lot to lose (I got a lot to lose)
Two-stepping in this thang like it's socks and shoes (Like it's socks and shoes)
Lil' baby on my— uh, tell her not to choose (Tell her not to choose)
It's n*ggas in this party, they know not to move (They know not to)
Ayy, let me get jiggy (Let me get jiggy)
Fell in love with the chop, it got big titties (It got big titties)
My shooter air it out, it may hit Milly (Pow-pow-pow)
n*gga, you don't want the smoke, you a hillbilly (You a hillbilly)

[Verse 2]
Ayy, I'm off these Perks, itchin' (I'm off these percs, itchin')
Say Bris, he goin' up like his first million (His first million)
I lost my brothers, that sh*t hurt me (That sh*t hurt)
I can't trust a soul, it's all in church with her (All in church)
They want me dead, I gotta keep pole (I gotta keep pole)
And this b*tch gon' suck di*k until her knees swole ('Til her knees swole)
Ain't no stocks on these chops (Ah), all these Gleekos
All these damn shots feel like a Grand Theft Auto cheat code (Like a cheat code)
Ayy, I been ballin' in these Michael Jordans (In these Michael Jordans)
She gotta pay to be with me, because my time important (because my time important)
You ain't in these streets, you on live recording (Uh-uh)
Yeah, I wake up grab my Glock and that my type of morning (That's my type of day)
In the field like a free safety (Like a free safety)
This a big Drakey, ain't no .380 (Pow-pow-pow)
Play D when your team play me (Your team play me)
She do her own abortion, this b*tch eat babies (She real nasty)
Look at me, I'm Tricky Dance Moves (Tricky Dance Moves)
My pants knew I got it up (Ayy), now my bands blue (Now my bands blue)
This Glock dirty until I sell it, now it's brand new (Now it's brand new)
Pop a shot, here to pop his top like some canned food (Pow-pow-pow)
Ayy, baby, bend it over (Bend it over)
I'll probably bust quick if I hit it sober (if I hit it sober)
This Glock hold thirty now, yeah it's getting older (It hold thirty)
It's some mud in my cup, but I ain't sipping Folgers (I ain't sippin' coffee)
Pass me pole 'cause you know I'm a shooter (You know I'm a shooter)
Baby, hop up on that pole, show me how you move it (Show me how you move it)
Drop it low, yeah, that's how you do it (Ayy, drop it low)
Ayy, baby, use your head like an honor student (Givin' head)
When we slide, leave you in park like it's Sycamore (Like it's Sycamore)
Been tired of these b*tches, yeah, I'm sick of whores (n*gga, I'm tired of 'em)
When I sip this lean, I be p*ssin' more (I be tired)
b*tch I got plug like extension cord (Like extension)
Ayy, go chase some chicken, b*tch, gobble-gobble (Gobble-gobble)
All she do is suck di*k, she wanna swallow-swallow (She wanna swallow swallow)
n*ggas Instagram-follow, tell 'em follow hollows (Ayy, pow-pow-pow)
Yeah, don't make a post today and go get called tomorrow (Called tomorrow)