Welcome Back lyrics

[Intro]
(Thanks Yakree)

[Verse]
Put yo′ gloves on n*gga bankz just called, i got that low
Man that get back be so surreal I can't believe we finna score
Phone ringin′ and it's her She like "come open the door
My b*tch just got me a drop I eat that pus*y if we score
She like "you could box 'em in he ain′t back in" I′m like fasho
Grab the Drac' and my FN, Kiss the forehead, and hit the door
Man i hope this b*tch ain′t playin' cuz if she is She gotta go
Call up bro and tell ′em watch the spot, don't let her doubt the dough
Now we on his f*ckin′ street, ha He got his ass out
50k, Big bag head we finna cash out
Catch a opp in public, he act tough, and ima crash out
Hop out on 'em blat, blat, boom! where he at now?
We gon' step on every opp
That′s why you can′t trust the bop
You think that that b*tch yours, She come back and give me drops
Four n*ggas in the four door, Every shooter got a chop
Penetrate, can't get away, .762 make his body lock
They like how i did that Push a n*gga way back
If he on that -- block
He gon′ be a -- pack
I still smoke on dead opps Bibby, dope the biz at
You heard what i f*ckin' said n*gga this that Bibby pack
Ballin′ like i'm Trey D I know my opps hate me
b*tch i′m still smokin' Teki and i'm smokin′ KP
I want all ′em n*ggas dead Tell them crack his frefe
We gon' f*ckin′ kill his ass
Put his ass where he supposed to be