Back on My Feet lyrics

[Chorus]
They ain't really f*ckin' with me
They be showing fake love
They jus' wanna turn up with me
They jus' wanna hit the club
They ain't really with a n*gga
They jus' wanna smoke my weed
They jus' wanna take a picture
They jus' wanna drink my lean
I be on that money sh*t, n*gga this the money team
I be on that junky sh*t, n*gga I'ma money fiend
I was locked up in Virginia 'cause I hit for 30 Gs
Once them crackas let me out
I got right back on my feet
I got right back on my feet
I got right back on my feet

[Verse 1]
And I'm still finessing I be flexing n*gga you know me
I ain't talking cereal nooooo
I got that loop on me
All my n*ggas on them beans
We higher than Pluto be
We can't hit no licks
Cause if them crackas get you you gon' sing
If it come down to it I know what you gon' do
So homie I ain't tryna take no chances tryna f*ck with you
Oh my God that's Kodak Black, he jus' so f*ckin' cute
They know they can't see lil' black
n*gga I'm that f*cking dude
I will pull up on a n*gga block and have a photo shoot
They jus' wanna hit the club with me and hit the photo booth
[Chorus]
They ain't really f*ckin' with me
They be showing fake love
They jus' wanna turn up with me
They jus' wanna hit the club
They ain't really with a n*gga
They jus' wanna smoke my weed
They jus' wanna take a picture
They jus' wanna drink my lean
I be on that money sh*t, n*gga this the money team
I be on that junky sh*t, n*gga I'ma money fiend
I was locked up in Virginia 'cause I hit for 30 Gs
Once them crackas let me out
I got right back on my feet

[Verse 2]
They jus' wanna hit the scene with me and get on Instagram
I remember eating Boyardee
But now I'm eating shrimp
He jus' wanna get a name off me
Ion f*ck with him
They jus' wanna get some fame off me
Ion f*ck with them
Why your girl be on my Twitter
Swear I'm 'bout to block the b*tch
I won't let her touch a n*gga
She can't even suck my di*k
I jus' wanna change my life
I jus' hope I get a deal
I jus' wanna cash out on a check
And buy my mamma a crib
[Chorus]
They ain't really f*ckin' with me
They be showing fake love
They jus' wanna turn up with me
They jus' wanna hit the club
They ain't really with a n*gga
They jus' wanna smoke my weed
They jus' wanna take a picture
They jus' wanna drink my lean
I be on that money sh*t, n*gga this the money team
I be on that junky sh*t, n*gga I'ma money fiend
I was locked up in Virginia 'cause I hit for 30 Gs
Once them crackas let me out
I got right back on my feet
I got right back on my feet
I got right back on my feet
I got right back on my feet