Back On My Shit
(SPANKYDADON)

GANG

AYE

Chorus: (SpankyDaDon)
All Of These Niggas Be Lame
All Of These Niggas Be Rapping The Same
Hottest Young Nigga Finna Step Into The Game
Say He My Dog But That Nigga Not Trained
We Focused On Money Not Worried About Fame
Bring Heat The Beat Then We Burst Out To Flame
No I'm Not From Texas But Still Go Insane
Remember Them Nights We Was Stuck In The Rain

Verse: (SpankyDaDon)
Had To Get Off My Ass I Could Barely Maintain
I Pick Up The Choppa An Pop At Your Brain
We Snatching Your Soul We Taking Your Stain
We Kick In Your Door We Gon Let Off A Bang
I Heard You Not Valid Can't Hang With The Gang
I Beat That Lil Nigga An Left Him In Pain
I'll Shoot At Your Leg I'm A Leave You A Kane
Pussy Ass Nigga Boy Stay In Your Lane
I'm Just Getting Started Already Got Fans
She Twerking On Me While I'm Counting My Bands
She Suck On This Dick She A Freak With No Hands
I Told Her Get Up Girl Don't Slob On My Pants
They Fuck With My Music An Get Up And Dance
She Thick Walking Past I'm A Take Me A Glance
She Throw That Shit Back I'm A Take Me A Chance
Move Out The Way Cause The Don Coming Through
You Flexing One Hundred One Straight Lil Blue
You Scared To Go Spend And Your Shit Looking Food
I Walk In The Room, I Drip, An Got Jewels
Got Drip From The Top To The Bottom Of My Shoes
That Nigga Diss Me Now He Gone They Can't Find A Clue
Kick In The Door This Ain't Fortnite I'm Taking Loot
Just Like I'm Woody I Keep A Snake In My Boots
Grab Me A Gun, Ain't No Wondering I'm Gonna Shoot
Hottest Young Nigga I'm Fire Right In The Stu
Got Me A Brick In My Hand And I'm Breaking Through
Kick In Your Door Man I'm Bussing Right In The Room
Verse 2:
Touch Money
Niggas Ain't Bout No Money
Niggas Ain't Bout No Action
Nigga You From New York
You Sound Dumb Saying No Capping
Back The Wore Bo Jacksons
Dressed Good, Had A Flow Rapping
I Was Really In The Cold Trapping
Suited Up With No Slacking
Aw Man Here You Go Acting
You Was Tryna Be Like Touchmoney
But I'm More Like A Bigger Benz
An You More Like Punch Buggy
Told Son Get The Fuck From Me
An Your Main Chick Dumb Ugly
Wouldn't Give Her The Time Of Day Or Night, An She Still Would Let The Kid Get Cudi
Trap Trap Three Sixty-Five
Just Me, My Chick, An Like Sixty Guys
All TMM An They Down To Ride
Even It Means It's A Homicide
I'm The Leader Of The Pack
Got Stripes, No Adidas With The Strap
Shooter With Me Got The Heater In The Ac
Make You Calm Down You Need To Relax
Light Skinned And I'm Tatted Up
My Little Pretty Chick Bad As Fuck
Probably Seen Her In The Video
Aw Man You Don't Hear Me Though
Chorus: (SpankyDaDon)
All Of These Niggas Be Lame
All Of These Niggas Be Rapping The Same
Hottest Young Nigga Finna Step Into The Game
Say He My Dog But That Nigga Not Trained
We Focused On Money Not Worried About Fame
Bring Heat The Beat Then We Burst Out To Flame
No I'm Not From Texas But Still Go Insane
Remember Them Nights We Was Stuck In The Rain