Back Again Video (MV)

Ayy, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Hold on, I'm back again
150 on my wrist them black cats matchin' with the fit
I got bape on with that Loui, baby, this ain't Deven den
I ain't never shop at Gucci like my opps promote the snakes
Who gon' spin about your brother
? It's been years that nigga dead
He got left up in that coffin, dig him out and shoot again
You ain't never throw your gang up, boy, you pussy and you gay
I ain't even got no gang, but I'm still merchin' niggas' face
Momma never raised a hoe, I stand on Bizzness , on the go
Five, five, sixes, eat his liver up, his head gon' touch his toes
We gon' catch him, he gon' fold another D.O.A., they post
I don't even post no straps and they still knockin' at my door
They know that these shits ain't props, so I just keep mine in disguise
And if they takin' one of mine, I'm spinning' hoodie and a mask
I don't care if it's Brod day, cause I ain't lettin' that shit slide
Told the crackers, gotta catch me, I ain't servin' up no time
Wake up ten toes in the morning, cause there's murder on my mind
Woke up five times up at night, cause damn, there's money on my mind
How the f*ck am I a goat ? And i ain't even sell my soul
Ain't no switches in these Glocks until I let this Draco loose
I got Crips up on the line, and I got bloods who down to slide
Reason that these niggas hate me, cause they see me goin' up
Another Chico down to slide , we puttin' Mex up on the map
I ain't tryna act no way, but I was raised around them Zo's
I ain't tryna act no way, but I was raised around them Zo's
I ain't tryna act no way, but I was raised around them Zo's
Aye Hold on , I'm back again
Hundred fifty on my wrist, them black cats matching' with the fit
I got bape on with that Loui, baby, this ain't deven den
I ain't ever shop at Gucci like my opps promote the Snakes
Who gon' spin about your brother? It's been years, that nigga dead
He got left up in that coffin, dig him out and shoot again
You ain't never throw your gang up, boy, you pussy and you gay
I ain't even got no gang, but I'm still merchin' niggas face
Momma never raised a hoe, I stand on bidnezz on the go
Five-five-sixes, eat his liver up his head, gon' touch his toes
We gon' catch him, he gon' fold another D.O.A. They post
I don't even post no straps and they still knockin' at my door