Layin low
Savin doe
Slang and wraps
Holdin bows
Making notes
Cravin flows
Eating crafts
Moldin growth
Backing down
Never that
Told my crowd
Working at
Perfecting
My rap sound
To go get me found
Layin low
Savin doe
Slang and wraps
Holdin bows
Making notes
Cravin flows
Eating crafts
Moldin growth
Back around
Like I'm fat
Rollin around
Turnin hats
They react
Like glass sound
Breakin on the ground
Was a rookie
Now I'm a chef cookin in the studio
Even choppin' onions down next to the keyboard (chop it up)
Wasn't working
I was trappin and makin music hoe
Fam think I'm selfish cuz I make music twenty fo
Seven
They don't
Understand
Taught self
Since youngin
I can't give up
I can't f*ckin quit
I been goin in for so long
With the music
How you think i got a style like this
I just been
Layin low
Savin doe
Slang and wraps
Holdin bows
Making notes
Cravin flows
Eating crafts
Moldin growth
About to come up
Like a bitch
Riding me
UHH
Fake in the love
I can read
Discount for dummies
HUHH
Hustle the drugs
Cap
I'm line
I'm lying
Leveling up
Fast
I'm fly
I'm flying
Quadrupling up
Cash
2 times
2 timing
Y'all googling up
Raps
Whose rhyme
Who's rhyming
I'm
I'm back around
Like I'm fat
Rollin around
Turnin hats
They react
Like glass sound
Breakin on the ground
Backing down
Never that
Told my crowd
Working at
Perfecting
My rap sound
To go get me found
Had to hibernate
Even from myself
Had to isolate
Wasn't trying to be cold
Like I didn't have my green card I did not have no social
Got half from an eight until full
Had the cheese on weight in middle
Had trap made no Stuart Little
It's all about the cream Toaster Strudel
Dodging felonies making blues like pluto
Watching for fiends get dodged like you go
No risk over money what the f*ck do you know
If I get frisked don't ask cuz who knows
Flickin the wrist flip birds for you hoes
Ditchin the bitches not fetching euros
Steppin to music how i'm getting these notes
If message incriminates then I go ghost (gone)
Layin low
Savin doe
Slang and wraps
Holdin bows
Making notes
Cravin flows
Eating crafts
Moldin growth
Back around
Like I'm fat
Rollin around
Turnin hats
They react
Like glass sound
Breakin on the ground
Backing down
Never that
Told my crowd
Working at
Perfecting
My rap sound
To go get me found
Holy Zesus - Back Around Lyrics
Holy Zesus - Back Around Lyrics
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English
Layin low
Savin doe
Slang and wraps
Holdin bows
Making notes
Cravin flows
Eating crafts
Moldin growth
Backing down
Never that
Told my crowd
Working at
Perfecting
My rap sound
To go get me found
Layin low
Savin doe
Slang and wraps
Holdin bows
Making notes
Cravin flows
Eating crafts
Moldin growth
Back around
Like I'm fat
Rollin around
Turnin hats
They react
Like glass sound
Breakin on the ground
Was a rookie
Now I'm a chef cookin in the studio
Even choppin' onions down next to the keyboard (chop it up)
Wasn't working
I was trappin and makin music hoe
Fam think I'm selfish cuz I make music twenty fo
Seven
They don't
Understand
Taught self
Since youngin
I can't give up
I can't f*ckin quit
I been goin in for so long
With the music
How you think i got a style like this
I just been
Layin low
Savin doe
Slang and wraps
Holdin bows
Making notes
Cravin flows
Eating crafts
Moldin growth
About to come up
Like a bitch
Riding me
UHH
Fake in the love
I can read
Discount for dummies
HUHH
Hustle the drugs
Cap
I'm line
I'm lying
Leveling up
Fast
I'm fly
I'm flying
Quadrupling up
Cash
2 times
2 timing
Y'all googling up
Raps
Whose rhyme
Who's rhyming
I'm
I'm back around
Like I'm fat
Rollin around
Turnin hats
They react
Like glass sound
Breakin on the ground
Backing down
Never that
Told my crowd
Working at
Perfecting
My rap sound
To go get me found
Had to hibernate
Even from myself
Had to isolate
Wasn't trying to be cold
Like I didn't have my green card I did not have no social
Got half from an eight until full
Had the cheese on weight in middle
Had trap made no Stuart Little
It's all about the cream Toaster Strudel
Dodging felonies making blues like pluto
Watching for fiends get dodged like you go
No risk over money what the f*ck do you know
If I get frisked don't ask cuz who knows
Flickin the wrist flip birds for you hoes
Ditchin the bitches not fetching euros
Steppin to music how i'm getting these notes
If message incriminates then I go ghost (gone)
Layin low
Savin doe
Slang and wraps
Holdin bows
Making notes
Cravin flows
Eating crafts
Moldin growth
Back around
Like I'm fat
Rollin around
Turnin hats
They react
Like glass sound
Breakin on the ground
Backing down
Never that
Told my crowd
Working at
Perfecting
My rap sound
To go get me found
Savin doe
Slang and wraps
Holdin bows
Making notes
Cravin flows
Eating crafts
Moldin growth
Backing down
Never that
Told my crowd
Working at
Perfecting
My rap sound
To go get me found
Layin low
Savin doe
Slang and wraps
Holdin bows
Making notes
Cravin flows
Eating crafts
Moldin growth
Back around
Like I'm fat
Rollin around
Turnin hats
They react
Like glass sound
Breakin on the ground
Was a rookie
Now I'm a chef cookin in the studio
Even choppin' onions down next to the keyboard (chop it up)
Wasn't working
I was trappin and makin music hoe
Fam think I'm selfish cuz I make music twenty fo
Seven
They don't
Understand
Taught self
Since youngin
I can't give up
I can't f*ckin quit
I been goin in for so long
With the music
How you think i got a style like this
I just been
Layin low
Savin doe
Slang and wraps
Holdin bows
Making notes
Cravin flows
Eating crafts
Moldin growth
About to come up
Like a bitch
Riding me
UHH
Fake in the love
I can read
Discount for dummies
HUHH
Hustle the drugs
Cap
I'm line
I'm lying
Leveling up
Fast
I'm fly
I'm flying
Quadrupling up
Cash
2 times
2 timing
Y'all googling up
Raps
Whose rhyme
Who's rhyming
I'm
I'm back around
Like I'm fat
Rollin around
Turnin hats
They react
Like glass sound
Breakin on the ground
Backing down
Never that
Told my crowd
Working at
Perfecting
My rap sound
To go get me found
Had to hibernate
Even from myself
Had to isolate
Wasn't trying to be cold
Like I didn't have my green card I did not have no social
Got half from an eight until full
Had the cheese on weight in middle
Had trap made no Stuart Little
It's all about the cream Toaster Strudel
Dodging felonies making blues like pluto
Watching for fiends get dodged like you go
No risk over money what the f*ck do you know
If I get frisked don't ask cuz who knows
Flickin the wrist flip birds for you hoes
Ditchin the bitches not fetching euros
Steppin to music how i'm getting these notes
If message incriminates then I go ghost (gone)
Layin low
Savin doe
Slang and wraps
Holdin bows
Making notes
Cravin flows
Eating crafts
Moldin growth
Back around
Like I'm fat
Rollin around
Turnin hats
They react
Like glass sound
Breakin on the ground
Backing down
Never that
Told my crowd
Working at
Perfecting
My rap sound
To go get me found
Writer: Zachary Yoder
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid