Back Again lyrics

[Intro]
Pass me that wood 'Lil Tay, that I ain't roll up
Or did I roll it? I don't know
I don't know where I put that b*tch
I think I rolled it, probably did, probably didn't

[Verse]
We play ball, you can't pop out without no blick
Tryna go slide through my opps sh*t, for a head I don't want no pick
b*tch, I'm real known, so ain't no way I made a sneaky diss
Y'all know Go ain't sneaky shi, ask my Mama, I'm the sh*t
Leave his head open, f*ck droppin' a deuce, I dropped a six
Green make my stomach hurt, I drunk a cup, and took a sh*t
b*tch I'm sippin' wock with [?], now suck my di*k
I want war with any n*gga, add a K, ain't squashin' sh*t

[Bridge]
Yeah, I'm real mad, on Monday afternoon, I lost my b*tch
She like Bonnie, I'm her Clyde, she my .30, I'm the di*k
We do head-shots, he dropped down like a fly, ain't movin' sh*t
Make his bead rock, we killin' all the opps, let's get 'em quick
I'm rockin' the biggest chain all down the 8, I'm doin' my sh*t
We the youngest n*ggas in charge, sh*t been like this since a jit
Oh, they opps, remember they wanted to throw them parties, can't forget
Catch a opp, and crack his head, I love the blood, I like the scent (I love that sh*t)
[Verse 2]
Blood all on my gun, I cleaned it off, I took a lick
We gon' take 'em down, got lo' from his b*tch, his ass a lick
He be hold and rolling, movin' P's, and flippin' pounds of sh*t
He the hood plug, we gon' take him down and take his sh*t
We ain't duckin' smoke, I let him see my face, now don't forget
Want it back? I'm on Princeton by the street sign, with my blick
Ready to crash out, I had to fix my mind, "We gon' be rich"
I can't crash out, 'cuz how lil' Go gon' crash, it can't be fixed
B-b-blood pops, I dropped a 3 of red, now let it mix
This a Pi-Pi's Poppers, Percs, and last for me to do my sh*t
We gon' kill the biggest opps, we get up close, you ain't on sh*t
Hop out make it kiss him, blitz him, 'till he fall, holdin' his blick
I'm the biggest opp, the wrong troll on live, I get sh*t lit
Nah, I'm lyin', I be hidin' inside the house, I don't do sh*t
Judge, I'm doin' good, don't pull my card right now, I got it lit
We the GOAT'S, we had like every ho' in Woodson, on our di*k
(They was suckin' us)