BE RIGHT BACK lyrics

by

Glokk40Spaz



[Intro]
Hell nah b*tch, I don't want one (No)
Mask the f*ck up, I'm blacker than Akon (Huh, huh)
You w—
Hell nah b*tch, I don't want one (No)
Mask the f*ck up, I'm blacker than Akon (Huh, huh)
You want the smoke, well then why you ain't say none? (Grr, grr)
Guns up with them n*ggas, but they ain't gon' spray nun' (Guns, guns)
Mask the f*ck up, take 'em out at five-o (Five-o)
I hit a lick right before "Still Young Pablo" (Pablo)
Wrap his ass up, leave 'em dead like John Doe (Wrap his ass up)
Hit the back door, they might call the po-po'
Ayy yo DJ GREN8DE, give 'em a—

[Chorus]
I got locked up, tell my gang, "I'ma be right back"
Used to bang that 4, still ain't playin' 'bout that top hat
Sumo swing the door, caught that boy a Old Nat
Pop out all black like I'm Jack (Black)
Smoke pole on me, n*gga, wе got more of that (Smoke pole)
Caught thе boy slippin', no gat
Put n*ggas in the mix in yo' sh*t, you a rat
Caught that boy trappin', whole gang went, "Hrrt"
n*gga blowin' up my phone tryna get his sh*t back (Hrrt)
You ain't gettin' none, must be smokin' crack (Yeah)
Mobb sh*t, 7-6, and that's just that (Mobb)
Give a f*ck what a n*gga bang, n*gga, no cap
Snatch a rap n*gga chain, leave his face in his lap
GF 'til I die, pus*y boy, I'm stamped (GF)
Baby life vampire, n*gga, f*ck yo' camp (f*ck yo' damn camp)
[Verse 1]
Cal got a hundred round drum on the damn K
n*gga, don't try none
Mask the f*ck up, take you through the swamp (Swamp)
Let bygones be bygones (Gang)
She say do I got a b*tch (b*tch)
Hell nah b*tch, I don't want one (No)
Mask the f*ck up, I'm blacker than Akon (Huh, huh)
You want the smoke, well then why you ain't say none?
Guns up with them n*ggas, but they ain't gon' spray nun' (Guns, guns)
Mask the f*ck up, take 'em out at five-o (Five-o)
I hit a lick right before "Still Young Pablo" (Pablo)
Wrap his ass up, leave 'em dead like John Doe (Wrap his ass up)
Hit the back door, they might call the po-po' (Back door, back door)
Got that Number (N)ine on me like I was Rondo (Number (N)ine)
I'm poppin' my sh*t with exotic rich hoes (Poppin' my sh*t)
I ran to the back like that boy Jessie Owens (Jessie)
Humble that boy, we gon' leave his face swollen (Humble that boy)
Stomp a opp out in this new Rick Owens
Bands make her dance, f*ck 'round, get these hoes posin' (Bands, bands)
How the f*ck it was Lil EBG? That boy chosen (EBG)
I walk in the party, my fire, I'm gon' blow it
If I catch that boy slippin', we leave him dead ropin'
Droppin' Runtz in that 'Wood, b*tch, you know I'm gon' roll it
I'm poppin' my sh*t, need to sit on the toilet
Feed that boy seasoning, we call his ass Goya (Feed that boy seasoning)
[Chorus]
I got locked up, tell my gang, "I'ma be right back"
Used to bang that 4, still ain't playin' 'bout that top hat
Sumo swing the door, caught that boy a old nat
Pop out all black like I'm Jack (Black)
Smoke pole on me, n*gga, we got more of that (Smoke pole)
Caught the boy slippin', no gat
Put n*ggas in the mix in yo' sh*t, you a rat
Caught that boy trappin', whole gang went, "Hrrt"
n*gga blowin' up my phone tryna get his sh*t back (Hrrt)
You ain't gettin' none, must be smokin' crack (Yeah)
Mobb sh*t, 7-6, and that's just that (Mobb)
Give a f*ck what a n*gga bang, n*gga, no cap
Snatch a rap n*gga chain, leave his face in his lap
GF 'til I die, pus*y boy, I'm stamped (GF)
Baby life vampire, n*gga, f*ck yo' camp (f*ck yo' damn camp)

[Verse 2]
Hm, f*ck yo' damn camp, you know that BL
I come and spin the block, I die 'bout GF
Real dirty in the cup, sippin' Tech
Young n*gga pull up on ya, make a mess
Glock .40 in my jeans, get her wet
I'ma just start takin' n*ggas off
n*gga, pipe down sh*t, get your head Holocaust ('Caust)
I'll be right back, I'ma knock 'em off (Off)
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