kodak black – back for everything lyrics
back for everything lyrics
[intro]
(buddha blessed this beat)
(ayy, hey, mondo)
ayy, ayy
i’m back for everything, you heard me? (yeah)
yeah
ayy, yeah
[chorus]
ayy, forty goin’ off, don’t make no pitstop
bustin’ down the e+way with my b+tch
why you steady schemin’? boy, you rich now
’cause i fell in love with hittin’ l!cks
when that sh+t get ugly, bring the sticks out
i am not that n+gga to be dissed
catch a body, duck off at my b+tch house
but i promise i don’t tell her sh+t
[verse 1]
check my ring, i’m ballin’ with my wrist
i’m back for everything i ever missed
yeah, i been gettin’ paper ever since
i ran up out of that cage like i’m a pit
yeah, double up gang, but i ain’t talkin’ rick ross
uh, double up gang, i took that sh+t from wiz
rest in peace my n+gga, but it’s his fault
the way you let them k!ll you like a jitt
talkin’ to wam, you sayin’ the same, did you like a lame
you ain’t give a d+mn, there up in chains and i was already in pain
vvs chain, p.f. chang, eat out with my main
droppin’ chains at johnny dang, bustin’ down my fangs
[chorus]
ayy, forty goin’ off, don’t make no pitstop
bustin’ down the e+way with my b+tch
why you steady schemin’? boy, you rich now
’cause i fell in love with hittin’ l!cks
when that sh+t get ugly, bring the sticks out
i am not that n+gga to be dissed
catch a body, duck off at my b+tch house
but i promise i don’t tell her sh+t
[verse 2]
ayy, zoolin’ at the house, f+ckin’ with tiktoks
yeah, i been goin’ viral with my jitts
yeah, my gun got a drum, i call this motherf+cker hip+hop
hop out the car, tear up a n+gga hip
paralyzed from waist down, that was ‘posed to be your homie
every time i’m in h+town, i suppose i drink some codeine
christian louboutin, steppin’ red bottom like my toes bleed
my daddy never spent no time with me, still bought him a roley
i ain’t even in my prime, but a young n+gga on top
i ain’t even twenty+five, spent quarter million on a watch
back for everything that’s mine and everything i forgot
and everything that i lost and everything to be got
and really, i want your spot
[chorus]
ayy, forty goin’ off, don’t make no pitstop
bustin’ down the e+way with my b+tch
why you steady schemin’? boy, you rich now
’cause i fell in love with hittin’ l!cks
when that sh+t get ugly, bring the sticks out
i am not that n+gga to be dissed
catch a body, duck off at my b+tch house
but i promise i don’t tell her sh+t
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