Blow Bacc

This lil Nigga say he wanna get paid I put em to work
He say he put niggas on shirts
Leave em sleep in tha dirt
The way I spit is picture perfect
You will never see me nervous
Cause I talk my shit up on a track and I know that it's worth it

You can catch me on a warpath
Peepin niggas thinking they rapping shit but they cappin shit you would think that they know that
Pressin real ones in the street they get the birdbath
Target practice with the gat my aim is where pros at
Oops fuck it man I'm aimin at ya bro hat
Fine dime in my lap I'm lovin the way she throw that
I know my rhymes sick I'm puttin my dick where her throat at
It Go pow pow pow I gottem bracin for the blowback

Mac 11 I don't do no trippin
Get the fuck out my face w that bitchin
Stuntin in my Tommy Hilfiger Fitted
Fuck my bitch like I got outta prison
Take it straight to the hoop I ain't missin
Issa bucket remind you of Pippen
Niggas call me Django on the spot
Cause they fuck with the way I be whippin
Making change and go straight to the bank
I'm the bomb I'll blow up a tank
Smokin gas on me nigga it stank
Introducing yo bitch to a train
Hit me up for the money I got it
I'm shootin for 8 call a pocket
Niggas be slipping so ima keep wit it I handle my business and that's the reason they silent
Smokin gas and it's cloudy
Peep thru the scope and I spot it
Keep low when we ridin
Can't nobody recognize me
They know that it's up ima keep it a buck if you fuck w us we gon be wildin
That's tuff cause up in the Lou I know shit get violent
Heard ya opp got knocked
Nigga won't even trip
Got my first full of straight dollas
But nigga nah I ain't Clint
Superman flex on these fuck Niggas
But nigga nah I ain't Kent
Heard the pop of that Glock
Nigga won't even flinch
Cause

You can catch me on a warpath
Peepin niggas thinking they rapping shit but they cappin shit you would think that they know that
Pressin real ones in the street they get the birdbath
Target practice with the gat my aim is where pros at
Oops fuck it man I'm aimin at ya bro hat
Fine dime in my lap I'm lovin the way she throw that
I know my rhymes sick I'm puttin my dick where her throat at
It Go pow pow pow I gottem bracin for the blowback

This lil Nigga say he wanna get paid I put em to work
He say he put niggas on shirts
Leave em sleep in tha dirt
The way I spit is picture perfect
You will never see me nervous
Cause I talk my shit up on a track and I know that it's worth it

You can catch me on a warpath
Peepin niggas thinking they rapping shit but they cappin shit you would think that they know that
Pressin real ones in the street they get the birdbath
Target practice with the gat my aim is where pros at