Back and better than ever
Money come right on schedule
Bitches come dime a dozen
Pressure on and I love it
I can't say who I'm trusting
Then I'm probably not trusting
I've been back in the mix
I've been keeping shit swift
I've been keeping shit brief
That's a sigh of relief
Times change, people change
And the niggas that keep it
All these hoes on the loose
All these hoes in the loop
All these hoes on recruit
Boy, you know who gon' do it
Lamb chop, zip pants and a strip bag Don't ever get mad, get a big bag
I can't ever stop niggas getting whiplash
These niggas middy like the bag Rip had
My bitch ballin' on the side where Sean Kemp at
All jokes aside, bitch, I'm tryna get back
Samuel super, I know how to fix that
These days, they only see me if they got a knick-knack
Go missin' on the ho, bruh, I got a trick bag
Long distance gettin' dough, you know you gotta dig that
Time wait for no man, money don't either
Sick and tired of being sick and tired I'm hot as fevers
If you wanna know me, you really need to know Jesus
You don't owe me no love, I'm decent
Nah, for real, nigga, Deadstock , Samuel
I'm fiendin' for that dirty money, get anemic, stop grievin
Pick your chin up, the family need you
Who gon' save me if it ain't R2-D2
This shit get kinda fishy like we sittin' in front of seafood
Bird's-eye view of the wave, it's a seagull
Fell down and tripped a couple times, had to see it through
Like the Air Forces, when they cloudy, you can't see through it
You took a step back, cause you had to see me do it
Boy, what is he doin'? Cause he don't talk a lot
I'm bettin' on the outcome, dealer's hand, Baccarat
Dabbled with the girl before the fame, like I'm Basquiat
My main at the W, my side at the Marriott
Sippin' ace of spades, she's a joke, so I laugh a lot
Call him Bushwick, cause he little and just rap a lot
If I go and get another car, I'm comin' off the lot
If I get a call from the South, I'm comin' with a box
Let me speak in code, but the writing on the wall
Before I learned how to dribble, I always knew I'd ball
I got a honey hole, nigga, I'm makin' thousands on call
He is not the typical nigga, bitch, my name not Jamal
How is you, the biggest dripper and still shop at the mall
Who me? Go broke, watch paint dry on the wall
Bitches always on tip and end up suckin' the balls, she nasty
Deadstock DP - Back&Better (feat. Samuel Shabazz) Lyrics
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Back and better than ever
Money come right on schedule
Bitches come dime a dozen
Pressure on and I love it
I can't say who I'm trusting
Then I'm probably not trusting
I've been back in the mix
I've been keeping shit swift
I've been keeping shit brief
That's a sigh of relief
Times change, people change
And the niggas that keep it
All these hoes on the loose
All these hoes in the loop
All these hoes on recruit
Boy, you know who gon' do it
Lamb chop, zip pants and a strip bag Don't ever get mad, get a big bag
I can't ever stop niggas getting whiplash
These niggas middy like the bag Rip had
My bitch ballin' on the side where Sean Kemp at
All jokes aside, bitch, I'm tryna get back
Samuel super, I know how to fix that
These days, they only see me if they got a knick-knack
Go missin' on the ho, bruh, I got a trick bag
Long distance gettin' dough, you know you gotta dig that
Time wait for no man, money don't either
Sick and tired of being sick and tired I'm hot as fevers
If you wanna know me, you really need to know Jesus
You don't owe me no love, I'm decent
Nah, for real, nigga, Deadstock , Samuel
I'm fiendin' for that dirty money, get anemic, stop grievin
Pick your chin up, the family need you
Who gon' save me if it ain't R2-D2
This shit get kinda fishy like we sittin' in front of seafood
Bird's-eye view of the wave, it's a seagull
Fell down and tripped a couple times, had to see it through
Like the Air Forces, when they cloudy, you can't see through it
You took a step back, cause you had to see me do it
Boy, what is he doin'? Cause he don't talk a lot
I'm bettin' on the outcome, dealer's hand, Baccarat
Dabbled with the girl before the fame, like I'm Basquiat
My main at the W, my side at the Marriott
Sippin' ace of spades, she's a joke, so I laugh a lot
Call him Bushwick, cause he little and just rap a lot
If I go and get another car, I'm comin' off the lot
If I get a call from the South, I'm comin' with a box
Let me speak in code, but the writing on the wall
Before I learned how to dribble, I always knew I'd ball
I got a honey hole, nigga, I'm makin' thousands on call
He is not the typical nigga, bitch, my name not Jamal
How is you, the biggest dripper and still shop at the mall
Who me? Go broke, watch paint dry on the wall
Bitches always on tip and end up suckin' the balls, she nasty
Money come right on schedule
Bitches come dime a dozen
Pressure on and I love it
I can't say who I'm trusting
Then I'm probably not trusting
I've been back in the mix
I've been keeping shit swift
I've been keeping shit brief
That's a sigh of relief
Times change, people change
And the niggas that keep it
All these hoes on the loose
All these hoes in the loop
All these hoes on recruit
Boy, you know who gon' do it
Lamb chop, zip pants and a strip bag Don't ever get mad, get a big bag
I can't ever stop niggas getting whiplash
These niggas middy like the bag Rip had
My bitch ballin' on the side where Sean Kemp at
All jokes aside, bitch, I'm tryna get back
Samuel super, I know how to fix that
These days, they only see me if they got a knick-knack
Go missin' on the ho, bruh, I got a trick bag
Long distance gettin' dough, you know you gotta dig that
Time wait for no man, money don't either
Sick and tired of being sick and tired I'm hot as fevers
If you wanna know me, you really need to know Jesus
You don't owe me no love, I'm decent
Nah, for real, nigga, Deadstock , Samuel
I'm fiendin' for that dirty money, get anemic, stop grievin
Pick your chin up, the family need you
Who gon' save me if it ain't R2-D2
This shit get kinda fishy like we sittin' in front of seafood
Bird's-eye view of the wave, it's a seagull
Fell down and tripped a couple times, had to see it through
Like the Air Forces, when they cloudy, you can't see through it
You took a step back, cause you had to see me do it
Boy, what is he doin'? Cause he don't talk a lot
I'm bettin' on the outcome, dealer's hand, Baccarat
Dabbled with the girl before the fame, like I'm Basquiat
My main at the W, my side at the Marriott
Sippin' ace of spades, she's a joke, so I laugh a lot
Call him Bushwick, cause he little and just rap a lot
If I go and get another car, I'm comin' off the lot
If I get a call from the South, I'm comin' with a box
Let me speak in code, but the writing on the wall
Before I learned how to dribble, I always knew I'd ball
I got a honey hole, nigga, I'm makin' thousands on call
He is not the typical nigga, bitch, my name not Jamal
How is you, the biggest dripper and still shop at the mall
Who me? Go broke, watch paint dry on the wall
Bitches always on tip and end up suckin' the balls, she nasty
Writer: Diante Paysinger
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid