Back For Everything lyrics

[Intro]
(Buddah blessed this beat)
(Ayy, hey, Mondo)
Ayy, ayy
I'm back for everything, you heard me? (Yeah)
Yeah
Ayy, yeah

[Chorus]
Ayy, forty goin' off, don't make no pitstop
Bustin' down the E-way with my b*tch
Why you steady schemin'? Boy, you rich now
'Cause I fell in love with hittin' licks
When that sh*t get ugly, bring the sticks out
I am not that n*gga to be dissed
Catch a body, duck off at my b*tch house
But I promise I don't tell her sh*t

[Verse 1]
Check my ring, I'm ballin' with my wrist
I'm back for everything I ever missed
Yeah, I been gettin' paper ever since
I ran up out of that cage like I'm a pit
Yeah, double M gang, but I ain't talkin' Rick Ross
Uh, double M gang, I took that sh*t from Wiz
Rest in peace my n*gga, but it's his fault
The way you let them kill you like a jit
Talkin' to Wam, you sayin' the same, did you like a lame
You ain't give a damn, there up in chains and I was already in pain
VVS chain, P.F. Chang, eat out with my main
Droppin' chains at Johnny Dang, bustin' down my fangs
[Chorus]
Ayy, forty goin' off, don't make no pitstop
Bustin' down the E-way with my b*tch
Why you steady schemin'? Boy, you rich now
'Cause I fell in love with hittin' licks
When that sh*t get ugly, bring the sticks out
I am not that n*gga to be dissed
Catch a body, duck off at my b*tch house
But I promise I don't tell her sh*t

[Verse 2]
Ayy, zoolin' at the house, f*ckin' with TikToks
Yeah, I been goin' viral with my jits
Yeah, my gun got a drum, I call this motherf*cker hip-hop
Hop out the car, tear up a n*gga hip
Paralyzed from waist down, that was 'posed to be your homie
Every time I'm in H-Town, I suppose I drink some codeine
Christian Louboutin, steppin' red bottom like my toes bleed
My daddy never spent no time with me, still bought him a Rollie
I ain't even in my prime, but a young n*gga on top
I ain't even twenty-five, spent quarter million on a watch
Back for everything that's mine and everything I forgot
And everything that I lost and everything to be got
And really, I want your spot

[Chorus]
Ayy, forty goin' off, don't make no pitstop
Bustin' down the E-way with my b*tch
Why you steady schemin'? Boy, you rich now
'Cause I fell in love with hittin' licks
When that sh*t get ugly, bring the sticks out
I am not that n*gga to be dissed
Catch a body, duck off at my b*tch house
But I promise I don't tell her sh*t