Bitch I'm back, like a nigga never left
I got that strap, the kind of heat that make you melt
Aint gotta cap! No! I keep it real all by myself
I'm from the trap, where niggas don't care bout your health
I heard my kids been acting up, don't make your father get his belt
I gotta show y'all how to get it, won't be always here to help
Play with these bitches like guitars, go make some money with your squad
Don't ever stress over a broad, boy stand your ground keep going hard
Bitch I'm back, I been gone for too long
The one from the lake that be making hit songs
I beat on my chest you would think I was kong
The king of this shit, all these others is frauds
I think I'm the best and I know I ain't wrong
If you disagree then you leave me appalled
I aim for the top and they hope that I fall
I think I'm Vageta, I'm dragging my balls
Bitch I'm back on my shit, Chris Brown with the flips
I get the cheese then I dip, I'm robbing niggas till I'm rich
I love the money like I'm Mitch
F*ck up the game like a glitch, I'm never f*cking with a snitch
I have em sleeping with the fish, and put a baby in his bitch
Somebody should've told 'em this Yea Yea
Bitch I'm back, like a nigga never left
I got that strap, the kind of heat that make you melt
Aint gotta cap! No! I keep it real all by myself
I'm from the trap, where niggas don't care bout your health
I heard my kids been acting up, don't make your father get his belt
I gotta show y'all how to get it, won't be always here to help
Play with these bitches like guitars, go make some money with your squad
Don't ever stress over a broad, boy stand your ground keep going hard
2500 Duecy - I'm Back Lyrics
2500 Duecy - I'm Back Lyrics
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Bitch I'm back, like a nigga never left
I got that strap, the kind of heat that make you melt
Aint gotta cap! No! I keep it real all by myself
I'm from the trap, where niggas don't care bout your health
I heard my kids been acting up, don't make your father get his belt
I gotta show y'all how to get it, won't be always here to help
Play with these bitches like guitars, go make some money with your squad
Don't ever stress over a broad, boy stand your ground keep going hard
Bitch I'm back, I been gone for too long
The one from the lake that be making hit songs
I beat on my chest you would think I was kong
The king of this shit, all these others is frauds
I think I'm the best and I know I ain't wrong
If you disagree then you leave me appalled
I aim for the top and they hope that I fall
I think I'm Vageta, I'm dragging my balls
Bitch I'm back on my shit, Chris Brown with the flips
I get the cheese then I dip, I'm robbing niggas till I'm rich
I love the money like I'm Mitch
F*ck up the game like a glitch, I'm never f*cking with a snitch
I have em sleeping with the fish, and put a baby in his bitch
Somebody should've told 'em this Yea Yea
Bitch I'm back, like a nigga never left
I got that strap, the kind of heat that make you melt
Aint gotta cap! No! I keep it real all by myself
I'm from the trap, where niggas don't care bout your health
I heard my kids been acting up, don't make your father get his belt
I gotta show y'all how to get it, won't be always here to help
Play with these bitches like guitars, go make some money with your squad
Don't ever stress over a broad, boy stand your ground keep going hard
I got that strap, the kind of heat that make you melt
Aint gotta cap! No! I keep it real all by myself
I'm from the trap, where niggas don't care bout your health
I heard my kids been acting up, don't make your father get his belt
I gotta show y'all how to get it, won't be always here to help
Play with these bitches like guitars, go make some money with your squad
Don't ever stress over a broad, boy stand your ground keep going hard
Bitch I'm back, I been gone for too long
The one from the lake that be making hit songs
I beat on my chest you would think I was kong
The king of this shit, all these others is frauds
I think I'm the best and I know I ain't wrong
If you disagree then you leave me appalled
I aim for the top and they hope that I fall
I think I'm Vageta, I'm dragging my balls
Bitch I'm back on my shit, Chris Brown with the flips
I get the cheese then I dip, I'm robbing niggas till I'm rich
I love the money like I'm Mitch
F*ck up the game like a glitch, I'm never f*cking with a snitch
I have em sleeping with the fish, and put a baby in his bitch
Somebody should've told 'em this Yea Yea
Bitch I'm back, like a nigga never left
I got that strap, the kind of heat that make you melt
Aint gotta cap! No! I keep it real all by myself
I'm from the trap, where niggas don't care bout your health
I heard my kids been acting up, don't make your father get his belt
I gotta show y'all how to get it, won't be always here to help
Play with these bitches like guitars, go make some money with your squad
Don't ever stress over a broad, boy stand your ground keep going hard
Writer: Devron Williams
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid