Be Back Soon lyrics

[Part 1]

[Intro]
I don't wanna hear nothin' no more
Y'all n*ggas don't get up with nobody, n*gga, word to my deads
Y'all n*ggas know what's up, n*gga
Free 380, free all the bros n*gga
n*ggas know what's up, n*gga, word to my deads
From the Roads to the Rock to the feds, free Blitz

[Verse]
When I get in that street, he better move
He better start usin' his head and move cautious
This not a deuce, it's the beam on a Taurus
"150" what? n*ggas bendin' through Courtlandt
Notti got poked, and n*ggas ain't do sh*t
OYK, n*ggas keep takin' losses
It's not a gun that I touched I ain't toss it
Someone tell Jack to get back on his bullsh*t
Woo n*ggas runnin', I'm gettin' exhausted
How they keep runnin'? I'm tired of givin' warnings
Free the Sweeps, free the slimes, like wе been kickin' doors in
Shots gettin' thrown at like 2 in the mornin'
I was out shootin', thеy wasn't performin'
Gave her the broom, said she love me, she lost it
Kick me a Chevy and watch how I sauce it
Head to your P's lookin' for [?], yeah I'm on 'em
I'm with the 8's tryna boom at a Flocka
"Osama" what? we smoke Notti Osama
How many shot tryna mention G Poppa?
They mentionin' Nay so we smokin' his father
We was in Lincoln, lookin' for Benzo
Couple days later, he mixed with the grabba
We on the Woo, like where Mikey Benzo?
When I see lil' Mikey, I thought that I got one
M Row keep on runnin' but he keep on dissin'
He keep on cappin' and you n*ggas listen
He said when he see me he gonna throw 50
But you had to chance to throw one and you didn't
I ain't never heard about 5ive on no Rick sh*t
Anytime you with 5ive, n*ggas say was I clickin'
Anytime when I ran when the D's on my pivot
And I ain't even run, that's why I'm in the system
Spinnin' through blocks, word to bro, tryna spark 'em
Grinch like I don't got a dollar, I'm starvin'
10 blocks [?], we was buggin' in Harlem
Hundo, Drew, St. Nick, park 'em
Said he did what to a Sweep? Talkin' nonsense
Spin back to back, word to bro, not a problem
If a broom gettin' upped, better think about dodgin'
We pullin' up to his block tryna drop him
n*ggas get locked, start changin' they set
Only thing that I ever threw up was the Jet
Flyin' that sh*t while I'm bendin' through Lex'
Naz in the cell, gettin' calls from collect
Dot got booked, I ain't know how to feel
GB, I miss him a lot, on the deads
Free Dae Hound, word to bro, he keep buggin'
All my guys either snapped, on the Rock or the feds
Free Chunky B, n*ggas know he the threat
Free Jay Blitz, doin' time for attempts
Free lil' Mini, I love him a lot
He tell me the days go faster off the steps
Like, I tell that b*tch, I ain't nothin' like her ex
Big Deadgame when I bend through they 'jects
Give a f*ck 'bout some Mike's, I'd rather wear a Tech
Number 5 on the floor, somebody call the tech
Midnite, KT, Gutta, Rexk
E with the Dot put the dot to his head
Deady ain't none but another one dead
Throw up the Blazer and watch how I get
Metri, Kodak, Ye, love 'em
But they know the move if I run into Sesh
Like, b*tch, I'm a hound, take a pup to a vet
Like, she only want me 'cause she heard I'm-
[Outro]
Sweepers, word to my deads, n*gga
Free the bros n*gga, n*ggas know how I get, word to my deads
Anybody throw up any Makks in they flicks gettin' shot down, n*gga
Mr. "Bend through the Woo himself", word to my deads, flick out this-

[Part 2]

[Intro]
Ahh!
Free bro, n*gga
(It's Kosfinger, baby)
Better get out the- ahh!

[Verse 1]
n*ggas claim that they gettin' active 'til them n*ggas run into a f*ckin' Sweep
Brodie f*ckin' shot a couple n*ggas, I can't name a time he ever used a beam
Unknown n*ggas tryna make a name, they tryna spin my block, won't see the f*ckin' G
Up the block we really causin' pain, n*gga [?] he ran and hit the f*ckin' V
I been lately tryna bend on n*ggas, tryna purge on n*ggas, get another Ski
I ain't never need a f*ckin' block, don't need a f*ckin' gang, don't need a f*ckin' team
I be really thinkin' bout the times we was spinnin' blocks with me and Chuncky B
I was really tryna shoot a n*gga, that was way before I had made "Gun On Me"
But f*ck that, like I don't need a passport
Ain't no beef, Michael Rowe n*gga mad soft
We invadin' they block like a task force
I got a habit of not hearin' "Pass off"
They get to runnin', they hear that the gat off
I'm like a dyke, pullin' up, let the strap off
I don't give a f*ck if I don't got my mask on
'Cause the drills that I got, had my mask off
Ldot shoulda stuck to the pass ball
That n*gga dead, he could not make a last call
And lil' bro tryna aim for the backboards
Tell lil' bro if he flick, knock his cap off
I get to flickin and spinnin', go mad hard
I be with Apes like this sh*t Madagascar
This ain't a stoley, yeah, this just a fast car
n*ggas look like the D's when we pull out this black car
Go skrrt, that n*gga yellin' out "Ahhh!"
n*gga got shot, he was yellin' out "Pahh!"
We was in Hamilton, lookin' for Bosch
When n*ggas hit Eli, we thought that he died
Brazy got shot, like how he a live?
Ron Sleez shot, why he not with his guys?
KT, bullet, Gotz2go fried
Maybach, go and back for your shhhh
Go get back for that last one
[?], ripped 'em, he caught a bad one
Every shot that I threw, I was tryna pack one
Every gun that I touched, I promised I'll blast one
Mikey Rowe ran, he ain't pulled a fast one
[?] did bad, blamed it on the damn gun
Drako came home, and I had my handgun
MCFK, I was tryna blam some
[Interlude]
MCFK, n*gga, grah grah
I be doin the most
Word to my deads, gettin' hit with this sh*t
Doin' the most
We got a foreign, three blicks in this sh*t
Doin' the most
We tryna do him like Rip in this

[Bridge]
Rippy, Nazzy, Diddy, Bobby
Ldot, Shaka, Notti, Dotty
Coolie, Gutta, KT, Gotti
Benzo, spliffed him, new opp bodied
Grab a pole and do it like this
I call it "The Mel"
E with the Dot, he did it like this
Baow baow, put the gun to himself
OYK, just do it like this
Two pokies, do him like Notti
Look to the side and look for your brother
DD, your lil' brother cryin' for help

[Verse 2]
I cannot be like Blockwork
They would never say that Jay5ive tell
Dudey, he missin' his pops
Dee missin' E with the Dot, both of them n*ggas shelf
Ahhh! Mel
Wasca, y'all lost him as well
Bad Day, he did a million views for the lies that that n*gga was tellin' himself
Bad day, when I seen lil' Mikey Rowe, on bro I was throwin' and Drako, he fell
That way, that's where them f*ck n*ggas go, like I'm tryna flick while I climb over rails
(It's Kosfinger, baby)