Tyshawn - Back at It Lyrics

Twist up the Weed
Come f*ck with me
Got what ya need
To up ya fee
Nigga we on
We back at it!
Twist up the Weed
Come f*ck with me
Got what ya need
To up ya fee
Nigga we on
We back at it!

(Nigga we back)
Uh
Hold up I'm back again
I'm back with the real nigga raps on the track again
Back with the racks again
I'm switching to rich and the shit ain't a accident
I think he black again
The nigga just spaz, he don't know how to act again
He so attractive and
The bitches just-For the love of God
Back up in the mothaf*ckin' zone ya bitch
I got these hoes clappin' like they out the 'Nolia, bitch
Plus I just stole'd ya bitch
But I won't hold ya bitch
I keep a
Shone so thick I tried to clone the bitch
Now let me tell you 'bout the niggas out my city doe
Yeah they get active but I swear we keep shit litty doe
Still getting plenty dough
Still f*ckin' pretty hoes
Matter fact
F*ck all this rappin', let's get back to the cabin so we can

Twist up the Weed
Come f*ck with me
Got what ya need
To up ya fee
Nigga we on
We back at it!
Twist up the Weed
Come f*ck with me
Got what ya need
To up ya fee
Nigga we on
We back at it!

Now if don't matter if I'm smokin', drinkin'
Drinkin', smokin', niggas focused
If I'm drinkin', smokin', smokin', drinkin', niggas thinkin' about
Runnin' it up, that's a check ya lil bitch
You better show some respect ya lil bitch
Did you a favor not sexin' ya bitch
But make the wrong call and I'm textin' ya bitch like
Gimme some, gimme some
(Not that lovey shit!)
20's, 1's, 50's, Huns
I need money bitch
I'm not above crackin' bitches for dough
Just so you know
Pack the whip, let's take this trip to the store
So we could

Twist up the Weed
Come f*ck with me
Got what ya need
To up ya fee
Nigga we on
We back at it!
Twist up the Weed
Come f*ck with me
Got what ya need
To up ya fee
Nigga we on
We back at it!

Now I was down, I'm talkin' major
Did the work and now I'm paid up
Lil nigga got his weight up
Insomnia, bitch I stay up
It ain't paper?
See you later
We don't cater
To the haters
All ya capers
They was made up
You can play but
Can't play us
We got 20/20 vision
The money is the mission
We bang out in the open
So f*ck ya sneak dissin'
And mami keep kissin' it
Like this pure bliss and
She tryna suck her way to a Benz
But we just friends

Ha ha ha
Spring Street shit

We back at it!