Back From The Dead lyrics

by

BabyDrill


[Intro]
(WhatItDoFlip)
I think they let my image get to they head, gotta cut my partners off
Thought that n*gga was my dog, but he can't wait to cross me out

[Chorus]
n*gga acting like I owe him something (I don't owe sh*t)
I don't owe a b*tch-ass n*gga a dime
Thought this sh*t was over with
Back from the dead, b*tch, I can't die (b*tch, I'm back)
n*gga ain't sit in that county with me
Sharpening knives, I was praying to God (Praying)
n*gga ain't collect that bounty with me
The f*ck I look like sharing a prize (BabyDrill)
b*tch, I worked hard for this
Lost some dogs, b*tch, I got scarred from this (Long live)
sh*t'll make you or break you
I ain't gon' lie, sh*t made me harder, b*tch (BabyDrill)
White tee, white 1s, starter kit
Oh, Drill back out, better hidе your b*tch (Better hide hеr)
Opps be dropping like bird sh*t
Ain't none of them n*ggas rich as me (On God)

[Verse]
f*ck n*gga be faking, flagging, fraudul
"Oh, there go Drill," they ducking, dodging
I'm in the field, no LA Chargers, just tryna it up
Like Curry, b*tch, I came in clutch
Thirty, I can't wait to bust (Thirty, thirty, thirty, thirty, thirty, thirty)
b*tch, I step on more sh*t than a dog walker, I'm just speaking facts (Watch your step)
Mix Adderalls and Perc' and cream soda, then drop a deuce on that (I'm geeked)
Say I got trust issues
A n*gga start shooting, I don't know if security gon' run, I bust it [?]
[?] b*tch, I'm gon' catch it
[Chorus]
n*gga acting like I owe him something (I don't owe sh*t)
I don't owe a b*tch-ass n*gga a dime
Thought this sh*t was over with
Back from the dead, b*tch, I can't die (b*tch, I'm back)
n*gga ain't sit in that county with me
Sharpening knives, I was praying to God (Praying)
n*gga ain't collect that bounty with me
The f*ck I look like sharing a prize (BabyDrill)
b*tch, I worked hard for this
Lost some dogs, b*tch, I got scarred from this (Long live)
sh*t'll make you or break you
I ain't gon' lie, sh*t made me harder, b*tch (BabyDrill)
White tee, white 1s, starter kit
Oh, Drill back out, better hide your b*tch (Better hide her)
Opps be dropping like bird sh*t
Ain't none of them n*ggas rich as me (On God)
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