Back Again (Explicit)

Back Again (Explicit) - King Von/Prince Dre/Lil Durk

Lyrics by：King Von

Composed by：King Von

Produced by：Tay Keith/Dnny Phnthm

Tay Keith **** these niggas up

Blast his a*s

I don't even ask when it come to cash they catch him blast his a*s

Jam get out that jam I gave him fifty ain't gotta ask again

He was catchin' murders way back then that's when the MACs was in

I don't drink that red or that green bring back the Act' again

****** her then she told me that she hate me now she back again

And you still alive you better be lucky ain't no traffickin'

Hate they a*s so much we dig 'em up and tell 'em "Die again"

I can hit that club all by myself long as my strap is in

Niggas told me all the rappers p***y I ain't no rapper then

They told 'em what type of car I was in

I had to go get it wrapped again

Said when I get on ain't no more thots we ******* actresses

***** you know we lyin' we ******* thotties on the mattresses

Aye pop out like a ghost they like "Prince Dre boy he back again"

Uh

If a body movin' I spin back again clap again

Uh

I be in the 'Nolia with a choppa like I'm Soulja Slim

Uh

O'Block them my brothers but 300 that's my woadie nem

Them be my ******* partners

Be my ******* woo

I be movin' through this ***** ain't worried 'bout no oppers

Ain't worried 'bout no ooh

I'm a ******* shotta and I'm dreaded like a Rasta

I been runnin' up that bag I been trappin' out that Charger

Skrrt

Foenem screamin' "Get back" you know I'm with that

Uh

Long live Baby Boy T-Roy can't forget Hec

Project baby 6-4 shawty got it on my back

Uh

Chopper bullet make 'em somersault then put 'em on his back

Boom boom

I ain't tryna squash no beef nigga

Squash no beef nigga

We into it till you die real street nigga

Real street nigga

At your funeral I might just slide rest in pee nigga

Rest in pee nigga

Shoot up everybody that's outside

Bet Wooski feel this one

Boom boom boom boom

I bet Wooski still twitchin'

He changed somethin' different

I got clips like Mel Gibson

Yeah

All full with none empty

I know niggas scared to come around when I pop out outside

I know it

I done gave niggas whole head starts and still I hawk 'em down

What?

Boom boom

That **** crazy

Damn

Krump was doin' all that woofin' and he ain't even make it

Damn

Melly got shot in the party started Harlem shakin'

Damn damn damn

If the pigs keep tweakin' I'ma start fryin' bacon

Boom boom

The difference between me and you is you be askin' I be takin'

Boom boom boom boom

Blast his a*s

I don't even ask when it come to cash they catch him blast his a*s

Jam get out that jam I gave him fifty ain't gotta ask again

He was catchin' murders way back then that's when the MACs was in

I don't drink that red or that green bring back the Act' again

****** her then she told me that she hate me now she back again

And you still alive you better be lucky ain't no traffickin'

Hate they a*s so much we dig 'em up and tell 'em "Die again"

I can hit that club all by myself long as my strap is in