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ygb hakim - back at it lyrics

[chorus]
drummin’ on n#ggas, i come with the sticks
and if you talkin’ sh#t, then you gonna get hit
i don’t trust a b#tch ’cause they swear that they loyal
but f#ck for the money and think that they sl!ck
baby, i got me a check like i’m nike
but if you don’t like me, then you can come fight me
b#tch, i’m an animal, came out the zoo
and you n#ggas be wipin’ your nose, but ain’t slimy

[interlude]
f#ck, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no drummers

[verse]
back in my hood, if you p#ssy
you gonna get your back door hit, then robbin’ your sh#t
say she a keep it and love you to death
but she stay in my house just to suck on my d#ck
how in the h#ll you be neighborhood rollin’
but you never ever hung out with a crip?
raised in the 8, bet i came to the roll
man, this sh#t is too late, i might f#ck ’round and dip
draggin’ these bodies inside of the hall
i swear, my n#gga, i’d probably say that all
all of my n#ggas on go
so if you act funny, then i just gotta make a call
m17 with a d#ck on my lap
i just might catch a body, that’s just how i’m feelin’
why for the youngins? the g ’cause i’m g
and the beat ’cause we bashin’, my n#ggas be k!llin’ it
my n#ggas stay packed like we all on a stroller
i swear that i’m hot, but my flow gettin’ colder
she suck on my meat, it get hard like a boulder
f#ck ’round, hit a woah while i’m doing the shoulder
these n#ggas play gang, so i guess the game over
yeah, i lay low ’cause i never be lackin’
dracos and dracos and glocks and the glocks
yeah, we stay on the road and we stay pencil packin’
n#ggas false claimin’, he say he a crip
y’all should be hollywood how y’all n#ggas be actin’
come from the dirt, had to get me some money
don’t play by the rules, so they call me a captain
leave him too dirty, he cry for his mama
if you see that n#gga, you wonder what happened
casey had money, he turned to a sucker
for b#tches that claim that they came from manhattan
i don’t get caught when i’m drippin’ a n#gga
so that’s why these n#ggas don’t call me a savage
ma had a stack, my dad had a stack
so you knew i was fresh when i came out the package
don’t trust a soul, i do it alone
’cause these n#ggas act goofy to get a reaction
lame ’cause you know that my partner was setup
he didn’t say sh#t, so my n#gga was crackin’
druggin’ these b#tches, i feel like ben [?]
baby, come over and give me that sloppy
give me a minute, i swear i’ll be poppin’
with my boy kobe, we batman and robin
f#ck all these n#ggas, these n#ggas too c#cky
d#ck ridin’ n#ggas, all they do is copy
she a latina, so she call me papi
she gave me head while a n#gga was drivin’
n#ggas be hatin’, but i ain’t do nothin’
i come with the stroller, won’t know it was comin’
hope y’all enjoy while y’all see me progressin’
i probably won’t die until i see a hundred
stackin’ up bricks, it’s a flex on my ex
and i know that she hatin’, she say i’m up next
she flexed on that n#gga and say that she curved
he bust, she gon’ throw that sh#t straight out the tec
drippin’ on hoes, so they call me lil’ fire
saniyah, your b#tch told my n#gga, “just drive”
and if i see gucci, then i’ma gonna cop it
swear that he hard, bro, you better stop it
creep ’round the block, then i show you what’s up
i don’t talk to shawty, she just wanna f#ck
she gave me some head in the back of the truck
the b#tch then just said that you doin’ too much

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