Back On The Block lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah, I got Cam on the one-twos, n*gga)
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[Verse]
All my n*ggas killers, we don't make memes
n*gga, I see you tryna ride with the beef
n*gga, you ain't my f*cking cuh, you sweet
Ran up two M's, swear the Fox can relax, he got rich, blew his money on a b*tch
I'm still going number-one when I walk in the trap, get in these rooms I'm in, you'd suck a di*k
These n*ggas ain't the same as me, get they back beat in for a f*ckin' plaque
These n*ggas ain't the same as me, I don't put my fans in my f*ckin' wax
I've been buyin' new cars and buyin' new houses after I pay my taxes
I've been talkin' to Mama Fox, she say, "You're mama's son and you respond to that"
It's a cryin' shame, n*ggas just bought switches
Cryin' shame, n*ggas cuffin' these b*tches
Four in a twenty-ounce, sippin' Trisha
I have plenty ties 'fore Boston Richey (Yes)
n*gga, I go overboard with sipping
Choppers, n*gga, don't go against us
He baller, been sippin' Belaire with Ricky
Ross, my opps'll tell you I'm the biggest
A n*gga tell that b*tch, might got 'em 60s
Slidin' through Atlanta like it's Memphis
When I touch thirty, I'll have a billion
But right now, I'm twenty-three with millions
I got bad b*tches on two, three, and one, Fox chain for 8 when he get home
b*tch whipped that pus*y, I was sippin' on Don
I want four hundred M's, then I'm done
pus*y, she tried t sack my di*k like a Green Bay Pack
Huh, she tried to sack my bank account like a Green Bay Pack
Tss, how many 'bows you get off a week?
Huh, how many n*ggas you shoot a week?
How much drank you pour a week?
How many racks you make a week?
n*ggas can't stand that I made it, n*gga want you at the bottom of 'em forever
Rich for real, I done started a label, for no f*ckin' reason, give my brother a hundred
You ain't felt that fire, you ain't never got started, he start it right now, I'ma give the n*gga a hundred
Press charges, the city knowin' how we coming
Foxes wearin' diamond rings while I'm dumping
Police sh*t, I ain't gettin' into it
With a f*ckin' rat, I ain't gettin' into it
Huh, internet, I ain't gettin' into it
Players hate, don't respond to 'em
f*ck it, I'll let John do it, LOL, fake name for my killer
f*ck it, I'll let Shawn do it, another fake name for my blitzer
[Outro]
pus*y