Back At It lyrics

[Intro]
(Reuel, stop playin' with these n*ggas)

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Damn, E did it again
I just got that one call, he said he hit again
Young dog trippin' with that drank, he be whippin' thin
I'm finna slide on my b*tch, Ri gon' hit her friend
'Member when we did that bullsh*t with that F&N?
Then scratched off doin' a dollar in some 2010?
I gave my plug eight bands, all counterfeit
I told him that I'm in a rush, don't even count that sh*t
My third-grade teacher told me I'd never amount to sh*t
Now I rub her clit with Vaseline so the condom fit
I got a play for thirteen out in Romulus
I should play it low-key and drive the Honda Civic

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
I wrapped this brick with Vaseline, they still found the sh*t
Man, somebody snitchin' or this police a powder sniffer
I just bought some Roxannes from my mama sister
Her boyfriend all in her ear, she tried to charge me twenty
I bought the pills for seventeen, then I robbed a n*gga
One day, I took a n*gga's sh*t with my mama with me
My b*tch called her brother 'cause I hit her, then I popped his sister
Had the opp's son callin' me unc' 'cause I popped his sister
Accurate when I shoot the FN, I could pop your pimple
You a pus*y with your Glock, you won't pop a 'sicle
n*gga shot a nine bullet at me and it kinda tickled
Me and A scratchin' in the 'Cat, it look like a pickle
[Verse 3: GrindHard E]
I done spent so much money, I done lost count
Got so many pills in my possession, I done lost count
I'm sellin' slaps so hard, I can't call out
I'm tryna see what I can chemist with the dog so they can fall out
This Cookie punchin' so hard, might knock us all out
JC ain't got what I want, I'm 'bout to walk out
If Chris don't cut me in with Ash, then we gon' fall out
Just sold a pint for thirteen hundred and I'm all out

[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
Damn, that sh*t detrimental
Unc' payin' seventeen for them iscuit-bibbles
I don't promote violence, but this .40 cal press the issue
I heard your mans got a problem, he can catch it with you
I'm a yoga teacher, bring your friend, I'ma stretch her with you
Last night, I prayed on the big and he blessed me with it
Got all up in your b*tch head and she blessed me with it
Had to cut that lil' b*tch off, she was too messy with it

[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
Stuffed this Glock 10 with steroids, I got a c*cky pistol
I just hit a rat b*tch with more ass than Roxy Reynolds
I came up kinda fast off them Roxy Reynolds
Had to switch the flow up, now I pass out Oxy kennels
My lawyer always get us out the pen', I call him Tommy Pickles
Hoppin' out a tinted-up Scat, we don't slide out rentals
Call me Tyreek, I smoked a n*gga with my mama pistol
Hit your b*tch raw, but I'm strapped 'cause I got a pistol
[Verse 6: GrindHard E]
I got six thousand on me, this a sloppy little
I f*cked my nephew head up, I let him count a little
I left six straps at his house, now my chopper missin'
I think his head f*cked up, he must've dropped a n*gga
My head f*cked up too 'cause I'll drop somethin' with him
You can see straight through your crib when them choppers hit 'em
But f*ck that, I'm the plug, boy, don't contradict me
I'm the one that bought them pills, ain't left a bottle missin'

[Outro]
(Reuel, stop playin' with these n*ggas)