Back At It

Mmm, uh (Zay) Mmm, yeah (D-Diego) Yeah (B-B-Bankroll got it) Yeah, I'm back at it My wrist cost a brick, I'm makin' moves I'm makin' good habits She fell in love, she wanna slide She like a lean addict (lil' bitch) Feel like that nigga, they watch for me Said, I'm so good at it I'm on the move, I'm in the tropics Yeah, I'm back at it (back) Hop in the booth, I make a mil' Still want all the static (a mil') Hop in the Rolls-Royce I'm slidin' through all the traffic She got a fat ass, I'm tryna fuck But she all plastic I'm a rich nigga, you can't talk to me I'm so dramatic Pull out some racks 'fore the bank close She wanna fuck 'cause of bankrolls I'm finna hit different angles I'm tryna go where you can't go I'm tryna focus on bringing my mom to the hills I told myself had to get it alone And don't ever pop no pills I hold a 30 stick and it got a beam so I aim to kill You ain't been through what I been through You ain't know that shit for real Hop in the Lamb' I swerve, fuck what a nigga heard You ain't gotta fuck wit' me, but you gon' get yourself hurt I'm in the north with the demons, uh Off the Henny, I'm leanin', uh Thinkin' 'bout bands, I'm feinin', uh Think that's what I needed, uh And I don't feel safe unless I ride 'round with my Nina, uh Got two hoes that'll set you up, Selena and Sabrina, uh Yeah, I'm back at it My wrist cost a brick, I'm makin' moves I'm makin' good habits She fell in love, she wanna slide She like a lean addict Feel like that nigga, they watch for me Said, I'm so good at it I'm on the move, I'm in the tropics Yeah, I'm back at it (back at it) Hop in the booth, I make a mil' Still want all the static (a mil') Hop in the Rolls-Royce I'm slidin' through all the traffic She got a fat ass, I'm tryna fuck But she all plastic I'm a rich nigga, you can't talk to me (Baby) I'm so dramatic Cactus Jack Jordans (Jordans) Mama only born and shit CEO Baby, don't play, I'll employ your bitch Mister Meet Her Monday, then Tuesday ignore the bitch F clarity VV, look at how my necklace hit HD my time piece This shit come with a glitch Every other month a different whip, I get bored quick Poncho in the cut, a scary sight it's like a horror flick They say I've been getting too much money, I need more of it Seen the police coming in my rear view and I floored it Pint of Wock', I poured yet Your ho, I ignored it Never seen me forfeit We all got perfect attendance Your favorite rapper pretending I'm somewhere minding my business Yeah, I'm back at it My wrist cost a brick, I'm makin' moves I'm makin' good habits She fell in love, she wanna slide She like a lean addict Feel like that nigga, they watch for me Said, I'm so good at it I'm on the move, I'm in the tropics Yeah, I'm back at it (back at it) Hop in the booth, I make a mil' Still want all the static (a mil') Hop in the Rolls-Royce I'm slidin' through all the traffic (skrrt, skrrt) She got a fat ass, I'm tryna fuck But she all plastic I'm a rich nigga, you can't talk to me I'm so dramatic