Im Back lyrics

[I just wanna go home]

Yeah
Uh huh

[This song is funded by stolen oil money]

Yeah
Yeah, yeah

(Verse 1 : RXK Nephew)
First thing I ask, "Where the drugs at?"
Lil' b*tch like "Neph', where the love at?"
Get off that bullsh*t, b*tch, dub that
Drugs almost gone, had a heart attack (uh)
Slipping with the Glock, like I got Parkinson's
Park sum' like that round here, won't walk again
He'll drive a Beamer like that for adrenaline
Unc' done walk 8 miles like Eminem (Yeah)
Gucci store like "It's him again?" (Yeah)
Walk in the liquor store, b*tch, I'm back
Back to the jewelry store, I'm back
Hit the Henny, bit the curb and caught a flat (Yeah)
I keep a b*tch like a spare tire
Auntie said my crack taste like jambalaya
Tell police these run flat tires
Don't go broke and n*ggas start crying
Walk in the bank, they like "where you work at?"
Crack Rock Record where I work at
And we not signed to Empire
Chain look like I signed to QZ (For real)
Chain look like I got a feature from Yeat (Yeah)
Whole rap game move like WWE (Yeah)
I got more pistols than Pistol Pete (Yeah)
Bout' to get in the field, b*tch, with my cleats (Yeah)
(Verse 2: CHRIST DILLINGER)
Chain look like I signed to Roc Nation
Unc' hit the dope and he started shaking
I was marking cards like I stream with Adin
I'm on more percs than a cancer patient
I walk in with more straps than [O'Dawes, ol' dogs?]
My b*tch ass so fat I can't see the thong
Oppenheimer dope fiend say it's the bomb
b*tch get turned on when she hear my song
Right wrist look like a disco ball
Yeah, Neiman Marcus, not shopping at the mall
Chrome Hearts on my fit, put that sh*t on
Wake up in the morning, full bottle of Espolon
I feel like Sexyy Red, I'm f*cking out of town
In the club like Yung Joc, it's going down
When I step in the club, b*tch, it's going down
I gotta ball for thing like James Brown
[My dog B-day I got him a bottle?] of Henny
When it come to bad b*tches, we got plenty
Shop at Neiman Marcus, not JC Penney
I was sellin' bundles in the bathroom of Denny's
Your whole tape trash, I don't wanna hear it
When your music come out, I don't wanna share it
Chain so damn big, can't hear what you sayin'
Get up in the pus*y and go Super Saiyan
[This song is great, I love it]

[Damn, son, where'd you find this? In the trash?]

First thing I ask, "Where the drugs at?"
Lil' b*tch like "Neph', where the love at?"
Get off that bullsh*t, b*tch, dub that
Drugs almost gone, had a heart attack (uh)
Slipping with the Glock, like I got Parkinson's
Park sum' like that round here, won't walk again
He'll drive a Beamer like that for adrenaline
Unc' done walk 8 miles like Eminem (Yeah)
Gucci store like "It's him again?" (Yeah)
Walk in the liquor store, b*tch, I'm back
Back to the jewelry store, I'm back
Hit the Henny, bit the curb and caught a flat (Yeah)
I keep a b*tch like a spare tire
Auntie said my crack taste like jambalaya
Tell police these run flat tires
Don't go broke and n*ggas start crying

Crack Rock Record where I work at