Im Back lyrics

[Intro: RaqBaby]
(How the f*ck you say your name, lil' twin?)
Mm, mm, yeah
I'm back, pus*y
n*gga must not know I'm (Free)

[Chorus: RaqBaby]
n*gga, I'm back, is you mad?
I ain't gon' respond to none of that pus*y sh*t, n*ggas broke, that's why they mad
n*ggas know just how it get, I don't even know why they tried that
n*gga gon' drop some shots on who? I bet them b*tches get fired back
Made a play for a bag, I put in two, I got like five back
I just took off, focused on a bag, try not to sidetrack
Never know what's goin', they hate me bad, so why would I lack?
Try to sign for that petty-ass money, they tried me, I will not sign that (n*gga work for free)

[Verse 1: RaqBaby]
n*gga, what the f*ck?
Don't even think 'bout bookin' me, we can't bring our Glocks with us
Twin kept sayin' that sh*t every day, them n*ggas, they not with us
n*ggas ain't hard with they lil' gang, they don't wanna pop with us
You know I ain't stuntin' that sh*t, I'm (Free)
Enough of the bullsh*t
Got an ARP the size of me, when I slang this b*tch, on bullsh*t
Said she can't suck my di*k, I'm like, "What the f*ck you thought we was doin' then?"
Every time they get the meat, these b*tches always wanna act new and sh*t
Always talkin', ain't never doin' sh*t (Yeah, n*gga, I'm free)
That n*gga gon' die if he keep playin' with me
I just bust her up, she tryna get in my car, this b*tch ain't stayin' with me
In the picture with them, commentin' under my post, what the f*ck is you sayin' to me?
Hold on, Quiso, pass me that motherf*ckin' Drac', these f*ck n*ggas playin' with me
[Chorus: RaqBaby & L5]
n*gga, I'm back, is you mad?
I ain't gon' respond to none of that pus*y sh*t, n*ggas broke, that's why they mad
n*ggas know just how it get, I don't even know why they tried that
n*gga gon' drop some shots on who? I bet them b*tches get fired back
Made a play for a bag, I put in two, I got like five back
I just took off, focused on a bag, try not to sidetrack
Never know what's goin', they hate me bad, so why would I lack?
Try to sign for that petty-ass money, they tried me, I will not sign that (Come here, what?)

[Verse 2: L5]
These f*ck n*ggas cappin' up in that diss (Cappin' all in they diss)
f*ck n*gga hit his top, when you hop out, boy, you better not miss (Doon-doon-doon)
He don't even know 'bout that smoke, he dissin', now he on the list (He dissin', now he on the list)
I'm tryna knock somethin' off, tryna drop sh*t down, I'm tryna this stick (Come here, come here)
Catch an opp, better blow you one (Get your gun)
All these f*ck n*ggas crackin' them folks, Q5 hit me, I'll show him one (Come here, b*tch)
Lame-ass n*gga say he was all on my block late night, n*gga, no, you wasn't (Homixide block)
Lame-ass ho keep lyin', say she was at home when the young n*gga know she wasn't (Hah, f*ck that sh*t, I'm free)
Bro, f*ck that sh*t
Yeah, I got Glock, my bro got stick
We don't give no f*ck, smoke with whoever
Pop out with Rhude, tryna hit your b*tch (Come here)
As soon as I touch down, that broke-ass opp n*gga made a diss
It really don't matter, slide 5.56 or .223, I bet I don't miss (Still gon' get hit, n*gga)
f*ck that sh*t, n*gga, I like 7.62 (That Drac')
And I'm tryna slide your block, hit a f*ck n*gga top, n*gga know what I do (What you doin'?)
It's blood all in the street, we burned his body, they don't got a clue (What?)
If I'm gonna slide, I call you neither
Can't speak on the job, you know what you do
(Ayy, f*ck that sh*t, L5, just go)
Ayy, f*ck that sh*t, I'ma keep on slidin'
No maybe, got a big-ass drum on the 9
They bro had died, these n*ggas keep hidin'
I throw back an Addy and spit me some rhymes
Free Lil 05, my lil' brother ridin' (Yeah, huh, free Lil 05, my lil' brother ridin', huh, come here)