Shorty-G - I'm Back For Good

Yea Yea Yea twenty twenty one Shorty G

Sick and tired of you lames swerving in and out my lane
I'm just trying to get this paper
Ducking in and out the shade
Know the feds mad at me cause its fuck you to the Jakes
Ex wife mad at me cause we no longer date
Got my bars up Zeak said there will come a day
Fuck niggas do their own thing when real ones go away
What's that Pinky need a pinky yep we up in a ring
Foreign roaring got that top down she gon give me brain
Fill your closet up with Burberry we gon make it rain
Know you never had a real nigga not until today
Boss niggas on the license plates we up in a range
They done finally freed a real nigga you look so amaze
Yea Yea Yea
Posted on the Drive checking residuals
In the trenches on the nine with that beamer close
Got them toys Fischer Price with that get it go
I'm From the land from the Go it get critical

Call me funny cause I switched but I peeped the game
We only friends face to face you always throwing shade
Trying to turn me against my man whoah not today
That's them fuck nigga games me and King don't play
That's why you gotta keep a Blic they always on some shit
They be fronting on the bag cause they don't wanna see me rich
Got them crying off them onions when we rolling in that drip
Need two hundred fifty Richard Milly that's a drizzle on my wrist

I'm from the Go straight off the Curv
Out of the gutter we live what we earn
Reap what you serve if you not from the burg
Fuck with my earn end in a urn
I'm from the era we stick to the chicle
Stick to the grind and put on the guys
Close down the mall prestige arrives
Break out the bands they fitting our size
6823 South Wabash all my life gonna rep that shit
All them bundles in that bag ain't gone make me forget that shit
All of the Dior Gucci and Prada and Louie
Still ain't no way you can do me
If you start running round like Cain
Get your ass change like the movie
I'm a beast Yea Yea
Walk with a swag swift on may feet
Niggas sleep Yea Yea
Not your bitch she out with me
Dust off off my cleats Yea Yea
Keep that dog upon the leach
Team on fleek Yea Yea
That's how the roster suppose to be
Give me a half and at nine I'll turn into a eight in a day
Give me a week a brick on the plate
Know what I know I did it ok
Tugged on the boat did it my way
What's in the tote a scope and a drak
Up in the Loo up on the way
You know how we do on Tayves we don't play
Yea Yea Yea

They call me funny cause I switched but I peeped the game
We only friends face to face you always throwing shade
Trying to turn me against by mans whoah not today
That's them fuck nigga games Me and King don't play
That's why you gotta keep a blic cause they always on some shit
They be fronting on the bag they don't wanna see me rich
Got em crying off them onions we be rolling on that drip
Need two fifty Richard Milly that's a drizzle on my wrist
Yea Yea Yea

Twenty twenty one up there stuck there
Murda Murda aint no nigga beat safe
Yeah shout out to the guys that's sill locked up
True The Greatness Moe Moe Shaquan Ya'll know

Written by:
Marvin Johnson

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