Zeds Dead, Freddie Gibbs - Back Home lyrics

Pack came in, dope showed up
Word gettin' out, phone blowin' up
Loose lips will get your mouth sewn up
Count fucked up, house blown up
Count fucked up, house blown up
Fuckin with me and my niggas we fed up, yeah
Nigga fuckin' with me it's a man down

Lord I promise I been tryin'
To change my ways
Seems like the money and the
Bitches in my way
I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray
I look the police in their face
Say crime pays (crime pays)
Get that yay, whip that yay

Fuckin' with me and my niggas, we fed up
Fuckin' with me and my niggas it's man down
So much dope in the trunk but when
I hit the city I ran out
So much dope in the trunk but when
I hit the city I ran out

Got a cocaine wrist
Never spend a dollar on a broke, lame bitch
Pocket full of bands
They my motherfuckin' friends till
The end cause
These niggas and these hoes ain't shit
Say good Lord got a cocaine wrist
Never spend a dollar on a broke, lame bitch
Pocket full of bands
They my motherfuckin' friends till
The end cause
These niggas and these hoes ain't shit
Say good Lord

Lord I promise I been tryin'
To change my ways
Seems like the money and the
Bitches in my way
I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray
I look the police in their face
Say crime pays

Say why you wanna go to war with me
To war with me
I got choppers in the car with me
The squad with me
You don't want to go to war with me
To war with me
I got choppers in the car with me
The squad with me

Bitch I'm smokin' on that Schwarzenegger
That terminator
I put meat and potatoes on tables
From flippin' yayo
My amigo got 53 acres, a regulator
Got big nuts, I say fuck the world I might
Impregnate her
I'm a shark with the fork and the pot
The calculator
Don't get popped with the flex and finesse
Don't try my paper i spray niggas
Straight till they can bless up
Black activator
My amigo got 53 acres, a regulator
Drivin' up lets get this paper
Get this paper

Fuckin' with me and my niggas, we fed up
Fuckin' with me and my niggas it's man down
Bitch I'm back on that dope
Boy I'm Codeine and Molly and Xan'd out
I relapse on that dope
Boy I'm Codeine and Molly and Xan'd out

With a cocaine wrist
Never spend a dollar on a broke, lame bitch
Pocket full of bands
They my motherfuckin' friends till
The end cause
These niggas and these hoes ain't shit
Say good Lord got a cocaine wrist
Never spend a dollar on a broke, lame bitch
Pocket full of bands
They my motherfuckin' friends till
The end cause
These niggas and these hoes ain't shit
Say good Lord

Lord I promise I been tryin'
To change my ways
Seems like the money and the
Bitches in my way
I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray
I look the police in their face
Say crime pays

Say why you wanna go to war with me
To war with me
I got choppers in the car with me
The squad with me
You don't want to go to war with me
I got choppers in the car with me
The squad with me