It's the return of the
Won't say that, that's cliche
But my flow be throwback
Like Cheap Jordan's in east bay
Bald fade
Wit a Seersucker suit
Gold chain
That was prolly 97
Been player since then mane
Some thangs they never change
Like the fact that yousa sucka
Figured since you gotta lil change
It'll change perception of ya
Never that
Still a fact that yo shit whack
And them bitches only witcha
Kus you down to pay for that
Quit playin jack
You in the presence of a champion
They Heard I'm comin soaked they panties huh
Sleepin on me like xannies huh?
Im finna wake em up
Setting off alarms
When i light that reefer up
Smoke it down to a stinger
Let you hit it you tweakin bruh
Crunchy hoes cant get a puff
Spittin tough on em
Flick my ashes grip my nuts on em
Just a blast from the past
Sent here to get that cash
Kus all these rappers is trash
These Niggas rappin out they ass
Shit is boo boo
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It's the return of the
Won't say that, that's cliche
But my flow be throwback
Like Cheap Jordan's in east bay
Bald fade
Wit a Seersucker suit
Gold chain
That was prolly 97
Been player since then mane
Some thangs they never change
Like the fact that yousa sucka
Figured since you gotta lil change
It'll change perception of ya
Never that
Still a fact that yo shit whack
And them bitches only witcha
Kus you down to pay for that
Quit playin jack
You in the presence of a champion
They Heard I'm comin soaked they panties huh
Sleepin on me like xannies huh?
Im finna wake em up
Setting off alarms
When i light that reefer up
Smoke it down to a stinger
Let you hit it you tweakin bruh
Crunchy hoes cant get a puff
Spittin tough on em
Flick my ashes grip my nuts on em
Just a blast from the past
Sent here to get that cash
Kus all these rappers is trash
These Niggas rappin out they ass
Shit is boo boo
Won't say that, that's cliche
But my flow be throwback
Like Cheap Jordan's in east bay
Bald fade
Wit a Seersucker suit
Gold chain
That was prolly 97
Been player since then mane
Some thangs they never change
Like the fact that yousa sucka
Figured since you gotta lil change
It'll change perception of ya
Never that
Still a fact that yo shit whack
And them bitches only witcha
Kus you down to pay for that
Quit playin jack
You in the presence of a champion
They Heard I'm comin soaked they panties huh
Sleepin on me like xannies huh?
Im finna wake em up
Setting off alarms
When i light that reefer up
Smoke it down to a stinger
Let you hit it you tweakin bruh
Crunchy hoes cant get a puff
Spittin tough on em
Flick my ashes grip my nuts on em
Just a blast from the past
Sent here to get that cash
Kus all these rappers is trash
These Niggas rappin out they ass
Shit is boo boo
Writer: Jermaine Metoyer
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