The Boys Are Back in Town lyrics

[Intro: Yung Gravy]
Ayy

[Verse 1: Yung Gravy]
b*tch, I'm dead fresh, I might pull up in a casket
You be lookin' sweet like a f*ckin' fruit basket
Spit a couple raps, I get a check and Johnny Cash it
I smash it, I let your mama ride my sunglasses

[Verse 2: TrippyThaKid]
Don't think nobody gonna f*ck with me like I do
Look at me killin' it, motherf*ckers always talkin', but damnit, I'm high too
That means I don't give a f*ck

[Verse 3: Yung Gravy]
Yeah, I wanna stunt
I make your salary thrice in a month
I pay your daddy to roll up my blunts
And he blow your allowance to pay for my lunch

[Chorus: Yung Gravy]
You ain't with the sh*ts, you ain't with the sh*ts, you ain't with the sh*ts
You ain't with the sh*ts, RAMIREZ with your b*tch (Woah)

[Verse 4: RAMIREZ]
Ride in the back of the trunk with the pump, with a mask covering my face
Double the Glock 'cause I rip through the flesh
Inside of the Cutty with thing on my waist
Kick in the door, point me to the safe
f*ckin' the posters up with all the bass
Heat-seeking missiles, I load up and hit you
I carry the coffin and drop it in grave (Ho)
[Chorus: Yung Gravy]
You ain't with the sh*ts, you ain't with the sh*ts, you ain't with the sh*ts
You ain't with the sh*ts, Pouya with your b*tch

[Verse 5: Pouya]
I'm in my zone, I'm in my element, that's daily regiment
I'm pullin' up to Gravy's mama's house with perfect etiquette, lil' b*tch
(Hey Mom, look, the boys are back in town)

[Verse 6: Yung Gravy]
Lil' b*tch, f*ck that
They been tryna kill me 'cause my bucks fat
My new b*tch so thick that I got lost up in the buttcrack

[Verse 7: TrippyThaKid]
I'm ready to give my guns back
Hop back in the ring and I run that
Rid of them off that love pack
I'm 'bout to be gettin' my funds back

[Verse 8: RAMIREZ]
Smokin' up on that swamp sack
Cut back in the 'Lac off the Prozac
Pimpin' these b*tches, I'm breakin 'em off as they hangin' up off my nutsack

[Verse 9: Pouya]
Baby Bone got a bone to pick with you, yeah
Hold up, Ricky Bobby, I'm jacked up on Mountain Dew, yeah
[Chorus: Yung Gravy]
You ain't with the sh*ts, you ain't with the sh*ts, you ain't with the sh*ts
You ain't with the sh*ts, Trippy with your b*tch

[Verse 10: TrippyThaKid, Yung Gravy, & RAMIREZ]
Mozzarella, marinara
Put that sh*t up on my pasta
I just got the Panamera, uh
Only flexing 'cause I gots to
Bought some dope and made it water
Shark Boy, Taylor Lautner
Come for your mother and daughter
Puffin' the indica harder

[Interlude: Pouya]
I just f*cked your b*tch in the back of my '96 DeVille (Woah, woohoo)

[Verse 11: Yung Gravy]
b*tch, I'm dead fresh, I might pull up in a casket
You be lookin' sweet like a f*ckin' fruit basket
Feel like I'm Houdini when your sister let me smash it
I dive up in the coochie handcuffed for ten minutes
Blindfolded, then escape, that's magic
b*tch