Popped Back Out lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
OK, I'm beating her down crazy
When it come to running round these streets, I'm eduicated
Sit in one spot for a week, I'm meditating
The next time I popped back out, I'm going crazy
I wear Gucci everyday, [?] that's how I play it
I drunk eight lines, smoked two zips, that's why I'm faded
[?] is how it came
The promoter gave me everything he had, plus the change
Lil b*tch say she love my vibe and hope I never change
When it get to going good, I know you hope it never rains
Aiming to be extrordinary, what's the point in being plane?
On my way to get some money, [?]

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
On the road, I can't stop, like I'm hopping on the plain
Pull up in the big body, like I'm blocking up the lanes
f*cking on my side b*tches, got me lieing to my main
You put it on your n*gga grave, you be lieing on your gang
I had to stop by the crib, [?]
You will steal from anybody, I can see it in your face
How you know this b*tch thick?
I can see it by the waist
Can't wait to [?] I can see it by the [?]
[Verse 3: Louie Ray]
You can tell by the stars, this a Double R
My T-shirt a mediam, but I do it double large
They probably saw me giving up, I saw me going far
They remember me from in the hood, when I was going hard

[Verse 4: YN Jay]
I make my young n*gga take your whip like we was [?]
High as hell while I'm fly as hell, I can go to Mars
b*tch, I been a diamond in the rough, I been a f*cking star
Yeah, I still f*ck my hood b*tch es, and I'm f*cking stars
n*gga, you a P.P.P. scam, you a f*cking fraud
Why you always acting like some b*tches,?
You a f*cking broad
I was probably chilling with [?] that's my brother, y'all
Do this sh*t for my mama D, that's my mother, y'all
b*tch suck di*k so good, she can juggle balls
Beat a n*gga ass in the club, you gon' stumble, fall
Make everybody beat your ass, royal rumble, dawg

[Verse 5: Louie Ray]
I just had to leave the booth, 'cause the junky called
I bet he thought this was a Lambo, when I cut him off
It ain't easy coming back from round us, if we cut us off
I'm the type of n*gga pick you up, dust you off
Real [?] probably brush it off
[?] that was killing fiends, I was touching raw
Yeah, do it with bare hands
Hit the club on some gangsta sh*t, we don't square dance
[Verse 6: YN Jay]
Why you got them baggy jeans on?
You got square pants
I'll smack a n*gga cross his face with my bare hands
One hit'll knock a n*gga down, like a bear hand
Seen a drunk n*gga drunk as hell at a beer stand
Old school n*gga drunk as f*ck off a beer can
Trapped across the street, and got hit through the [?]