Lil Durk, King Von, Prince Dre - Back Again lyrics

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

Blast his ass
I don't even ask when it come to cash
 they catch him blast his ass
Jammer get out that jam,  I give him fifty
Ain't gotta ask again
He was catchin' murders, way back then
That's when the MACs was in
I don't drink that red or that green
Bring back the Act' again
Fucked her then she told me that she hate me
Now she back again
And you still alive, you better be lucky
Ain't no traffickin'
Hate they ass so much, we dig
'em up and tell 'em, "Die again"
I can hit that club all by myself
Long as my strap is in

Niggas told me, all the rappers pussy
I ain't no rapper then
They told 'em what type of car I was in
I had to go get it wrapped again
Said when I get on, ain't no more thots
We fuckin' actresses
Bitch, you know, we lyin'
We fuckin' thotties on the mattresses

Ayy, pop out like a ghost
They like, "Prince Dre, boy, he back again"
(Uh) if a body movin', I spin back again
Clap again (Uh)
I be in the 'NOLA with a
Choppa like I'm Soulja Slim (Uh, ayy, ayy)
O'Block, them my brothers
But 300 that's my woadie'nem
Them be my fuckin' partners
(Be my fuckin' woo)
I be movin' through this bitch
Ain't worried 'bout no oppers
(Ain't worried 'bout no, ooh)
I'm a fuckin' shotta (Ayy)
And I'm dreaded like a Rasta (Ha)
I been runnin' up that bag
I been trappin' out that Charger (Skrrt)
Foenem screamin', "GetBack" (Gang)
You know I'm with that (Uh)
Long live Baby Boy
(Boy) , T-Roy, can't forget Hec (Hec)
Project baby, six-four shawty
Got it on my back (Uh)
Chopper bullet make 'em somersault
Then put 'em on his back (Boom, boom)

I ain't tryna squash no beef, nigga
(Squash no beef, nigga)
We into it 'til you die, real street nigga
(Real street nigga)
At yo' funeral, I might just
Slide, rest in pee, nigga
(Rest in pee, nigga)
Shoot up everybody that's outside
Bet Wooski feel this one
(Boom boom, boom boom)
I bet Wooski still twitchin'
(Damn, damn damn)
He changed, somethin' different
I got clips like Mel Gibson (yeah)
All full, with none empty (Grrah, grrah)
I know niggas scared to come around
When I pop out outside (I know it)
I done gave niggas whole head starts
(What?) , and still I hawked 'em down (Boom
Boom) that shit crazy (Damn)
Krump was doin' all that woofin' and
He ain't even make it (Damn)
Melly got shot in the party
Started Harlem shakin' (Damn, damn, damn)
If the pigs keep tweakin'
I'ma start fryin' bacon (Boom, boom)
The difference between me and you
Is you be askin', i be takin'
(Boom, boom, boom, boom boom boom boom)

Blast his ass
I don't even ask when it come to cash
They catch him blast his ass
Jammer get out that jam, I give him fifty
Ain't gotta ask again
He was catchin' murders way back then
That's when the MACs was in
I don't drink that red or that green
Bring back the Act' again
Fucked her then she told me that she hate me
Now she back again
And you still alive, you better be lucky
Ain't no traffickin'
Hate they ass so much
We dig 'em up and tell 'em "Die again"
I can hit that club all by myself
Long as my strap is in