Back on It lyrics

by

Gucci Mane


[Intro: Young Scooter & Offset]
Yeah, haha
You already know it's that muh'f*ckin' Trap Holizay
(If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
Got Offset with me
The best producer alive, Zaytiggy, yeah
(Zaytoven)
You know what I'm sayin?
You can't get on Zay' beats without rappin' cocaine, n*gga
Yeah, real dope boy
Offset, takeoff on these n*ggas
Woo, woo, woo

[Chorus: Offset]
Walk in the club with the cash on me (Cash)
Gang in the club with the strap on 'em (Gang-gang)
I cut you off, turn your back on me (Cut)
I hit a lick, double-back on it (Huh)
I got four dubs so I'm back on it (Woo)
Stuck in the kitchen, the MAC on 'em (Stuck)
Stuck in the pot cookin' crack on 'em (Stove)
Perky and Molly, I'm back on it (Woo)

[Post-Chorus: Offset]
b*tch, I don't play with that money, no (No)
Boy, what you say? Got a mil' of those (Woo)
Don't dunk a brick, rather finger-roll (Finger-roll)
b*tch ridin' di*k on her tippy-toes (Agh)
f*ck all this pain, n*gga, f*ck all this fame (Uh)
n*gga, I'm up like I'm sellin' cocaine (Woo, woo)
Takin' this jet to Quebec and then Spain (Woo)
My pockets loaded, can't walk, need a cane (Loaded)
[Verse 1: Offset]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Great Dane, big dog, continental, blue frog
Pumps sawed-off, what a good day to cut the top off
Playin' with the gang get you knocked off
It was all games 'til we popped off
MAC-11 sprayin' like salt, diamonds shinin' when the lights off
I don't care about the price, dawg
Dominican b*tch with some nice jaw
Creepin' in the night with your lady
n*ggas hate it, but we been the greatest
Never lazy, pull up in the latest
Your pockets slim and you real shady
I'm with the mafia, cookin' tilapia
Shawty real popular, her life the opposite
That money you flexin', I know that this all of it
Won't text you 'cause I can't wait to just stall a b*tch

[Chorus: Offset]
Walk in the club with the cash on me (Cash)
Gang in the club with the strap on 'em (Gang-gang)
I cut you off, turn your back on me (Cut)
I hit a lick, double-back on it (Huh)
I got four dubs so I'm back on it (Woo)
Stuck in the kitchen, the MAC on 'em (Stuck)
Stuck in the pot cookin' crack on 'em (Stove)
Perky and Molly, I'm back on it (Woo)
[Post-Chorus: Offset & Young Scooter]
b*tch, I don't play with that money, no (No)
Boy, what you say? Got a mil' of those (Woo)
Don't duck a brick, rather finger-roll (Finger-roll)
b*tch ridin' di*k on her tippy-toes (Agh)
f*ck all this pain, n*gga, f*ck all this fame (Uh, yeah)
n*gga, I'm up like I'm sellin' cocaine (Woo, woo, Black Migo Gang, n*gga)
Takin' this jet to Quebec and then Spain (Woo)
My pockets loaded, can't walk, need a cane (Loaded)

[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
Do it for the streets (Yeah, do it for the streets)
Let e'rrybody eat (Yeah, let e'rrybody eat)
Sell dope on beats (Yeah, sell dope on beats)
BMF, BG (Skrrt, BMF, BG)
YSL (Slime, YSL), Offset, QC ('Set, Offset, QC)
Four pockets full (Count up, four pockets full)
Everyday for the streets (Yeah, everyday for the streets)
Walk out the club with a hunnid rounds
Everyday I leave the house, got a hunnid-thou' (Yeah)
n*gga turn up, get turned down (Turned down)
Everyday 'round street, it go down (Go down)
You ain't no boss, n*gga, you a ho (b*tch)
I used to get money with your CEO (yeah)
The second rich n*gga from Lil' Mexico (street)
You never did straight business, had to stretch the blow (Free Meek)
Me and Offset, we count up checks (Count up)
My jewelry box got ten Rolex
I used to be broke, that's why I flex (Flex)
A half a million 'round my neck (Count up)
A thousand pounds sold pronto, Black Migo, head huncho
I wish a n*gga turned his back on me, I get him whacked, pronto (Street)
[Chorus: Offset]
Walk in the club with the cash on me (Cash)
Gang in the club with the strap on 'em (Gang-gang)
I cut you off, turn your back on me (Cut)
I hit a lick, double-back on it (Huh)
I got four dubs so I'm back on it (Woo)
Stuck in the kitchen, the MAC on 'em (Stuck)
Stuck in the pot cookin' crack on 'em (Stove)
Perky and Molly, I'm back on it (Woo)

[Post-Chorus: Offset]
b*tch, I don't play with that money, no (No)
Boy, what you say? Got a mil' of those (Woo)
Don't duck a brick, rather finger-roll (Finger-roll)
b*tch ridin' di*k on her tippy-toes (Agh)
f*ck all this pain, n*gga, f*ck all this fame (Uh)
n*gga, I'm up like I'm sellin' cocaine (Woo, woo)
Takin' this jet to Quebec and then Spain (Woo)
My pockets loaded, can't walk, need a cane (Loaded)
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