Ayyyyy. Shit is too smooth
A-T my nigga
You know I got it, my nigga I'm on it, I make these niggas sick to they stomach
Watch out for vomit
Demolishin' every opponent
All in the back but they frontin'
Strap on my back like I'm huntin'
I got the bars that they wantin'
Like a salesman, spittin' to the days end
Ridin' all these rhythms 'til the trails end.
And if I'm money boy I'm talkin' beaucoup
But don't try to be me, just do you
I mean you had plenty swings at the pinata
But I don't see no candy here, do you?
My crew? Too cool
Start a new Ice Age
Your crew? So soft
Kinda like light rain
Whether the weather my brain
Bringin' you lil niggas pain
You pussies can't bear the strain
Just like ya girl man
Too many biters, not enough people writin' shit
Buncha fake Spielbergs stealin' all the right scripts
This here? Light work
Smoked it. Black lips
My shit? DatPiff
Yo shit? Trash bin
Baby baby, you know I leave 'em wantin' more
Eat this beat like it's meat to a carnivorous dinosaur
It's the G-Funk fella
Representin' Minnesota all about the cheddar
My collab bread'll
Bring heat smack to ya face, feel better
I'm in the motion, I been tokin', so the joker feelin' potent, I'ma roaster, I ain't jokin'
Yeah
I'm feelin' the gas, I hit it and pass
I'm smokin' the grass, the green is the cash
Packin' the brass, my hustle gon' last
High at the class, I'm killin' so fast
Funk mob. Greatest in the job
My nigga A-T, confirmation for the G's
My nigga ChocVillah whip it up for the team
F*ck you lame niggas 'cause you up for defeat, peace
King G, nigga
This is what the truth brings
It's the new things
And you know we're back for more
And how we do things
Let the crew sing
That you know we're back for more
Nigga this our way
Or the highway
Or else you can't come back for more
We know you like that
Don't you fight back
Just because we came back for more
Life is such a bitch for what she brings me
It's HB, It's A-T and we with
King G
I'll never let the fame try to change me
How could you blame me?
For tryna to stay me?
We got Chocvillah on the beat
Y'all get crushed by eight feet
You niggas crazy?
I'm givin' that ass a flash back
I'm gettin' the f*ckin' last laugh
Not listenin' to your trash ass
Your shit is just really that bad
You never made cash before
Unless you crashed a Porsche
We're really back for more (I'm sayin')
You never really deal with what I'm feelin'
I got the Universe as my ceiling in my building
I don't expect for you to understand
But somehow, the norm, will get the upper hand
I need a hundred grand
For women to f*ck with them
And the shit is not enough
Unless I'm above of them
Hayes Blair
Took some time to grow and now I'm back like I never left
Tryna live without stress
Lace up, take more steps
Pushin' limits like a goal reachin' contest
Back to breakin' backs like a lil bitch
Wit a big chest
The effervescence of my essence is just SO fresh
When I walked in they were fightin' to get the pole next
My squad got no frauds, just pure dopeness
How could I die before I wake? I get's no rest
Master my craft, teach niggas to pass all tests
Bout to get the crew better reps than a f*ckin' Bowflex
Burned competition, now I'm back to clean the burnt flesh
And leave behind my fly shit like I was in a birds nest
Uhh
And I heard you like ya turds fresh... nigga
Back 4 More (feat. Don G & Hayes Blair) Video (MV)
Performed By: A.T
Language: English
Length: 4:17
Written by: Allen-Tom Ngoboka, Gideon I, Quinton Blair
A.T - Back 4 More (feat. Don G & Hayes Blair) Lyrics
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English
Ayyyyy. Shit is too smooth
A-T my nigga
You know I got it, my nigga I'm on it, I make these niggas sick to they stomach
Watch out for vomit
Demolishin' every opponent
All in the back but they frontin'
Strap on my back like I'm huntin'
I got the bars that they wantin'
Like a salesman, spittin' to the days end
Ridin' all these rhythms 'til the trails end.
And if I'm money boy I'm talkin' beaucoup
But don't try to be me, just do you
I mean you had plenty swings at the pinata
But I don't see no candy here, do you?
My crew? Too cool
Start a new Ice Age
Your crew? So soft
Kinda like light rain
Whether the weather my brain
Bringin' you lil niggas pain
You pussies can't bear the strain
Just like ya girl man
Too many biters, not enough people writin' shit
Buncha fake Spielbergs stealin' all the right scripts
This here? Light work
Smoked it. Black lips
My shit? DatPiff
Yo shit? Trash bin
Baby baby, you know I leave 'em wantin' more
Eat this beat like it's meat to a carnivorous dinosaur
It's the G-Funk fella
Representin' Minnesota all about the cheddar
My collab bread'll
Bring heat smack to ya face, feel better
I'm in the motion, I been tokin', so the joker feelin' potent, I'ma roaster, I ain't jokin'
Yeah
I'm feelin' the gas, I hit it and pass
I'm smokin' the grass, the green is the cash
Packin' the brass, my hustle gon' last
High at the class, I'm killin' so fast
Funk mob. Greatest in the job
My nigga A-T, confirmation for the G's
My nigga ChocVillah whip it up for the team
F*ck you lame niggas 'cause you up for defeat, peace
King G, nigga
This is what the truth brings
It's the new things
And you know we're back for more
And how we do things
Let the crew sing
That you know we're back for more
Nigga this our way
Or the highway
Or else you can't come back for more
We know you like that
Don't you fight back
Just because we came back for more
Life is such a bitch for what she brings me
It's HB, It's A-T and we with
King G
I'll never let the fame try to change me
How could you blame me?
For tryna to stay me?
We got Chocvillah on the beat
Y'all get crushed by eight feet
You niggas crazy?
I'm givin' that ass a flash back
I'm gettin' the f*ckin' last laugh
Not listenin' to your trash ass
Your shit is just really that bad
You never made cash before
Unless you crashed a Porsche
We're really back for more (I'm sayin')
You never really deal with what I'm feelin'
I got the Universe as my ceiling in my building
I don't expect for you to understand
But somehow, the norm, will get the upper hand
I need a hundred grand
For women to f*ck with them
And the shit is not enough
Unless I'm above of them
Hayes Blair
Took some time to grow and now I'm back like I never left
Tryna live without stress
Lace up, take more steps
Pushin' limits like a goal reachin' contest
Back to breakin' backs like a lil bitch
Wit a big chest
The effervescence of my essence is just SO fresh
When I walked in they were fightin' to get the pole next
My squad got no frauds, just pure dopeness
How could I die before I wake? I get's no rest
Master my craft, teach niggas to pass all tests
Bout to get the crew better reps than a f*ckin' Bowflex
Burned competition, now I'm back to clean the burnt flesh
And leave behind my fly shit like I was in a birds nest
Uhh
And I heard you like ya turds fresh... nigga
A-T my nigga
You know I got it, my nigga I'm on it, I make these niggas sick to they stomach
Watch out for vomit
Demolishin' every opponent
All in the back but they frontin'
Strap on my back like I'm huntin'
I got the bars that they wantin'
Like a salesman, spittin' to the days end
Ridin' all these rhythms 'til the trails end.
And if I'm money boy I'm talkin' beaucoup
But don't try to be me, just do you
I mean you had plenty swings at the pinata
But I don't see no candy here, do you?
My crew? Too cool
Start a new Ice Age
Your crew? So soft
Kinda like light rain
Whether the weather my brain
Bringin' you lil niggas pain
You pussies can't bear the strain
Just like ya girl man
Too many biters, not enough people writin' shit
Buncha fake Spielbergs stealin' all the right scripts
This here? Light work
Smoked it. Black lips
My shit? DatPiff
Yo shit? Trash bin
Baby baby, you know I leave 'em wantin' more
Eat this beat like it's meat to a carnivorous dinosaur
It's the G-Funk fella
Representin' Minnesota all about the cheddar
My collab bread'll
Bring heat smack to ya face, feel better
I'm in the motion, I been tokin', so the joker feelin' potent, I'ma roaster, I ain't jokin'
Yeah
I'm feelin' the gas, I hit it and pass
I'm smokin' the grass, the green is the cash
Packin' the brass, my hustle gon' last
High at the class, I'm killin' so fast
Funk mob. Greatest in the job
My nigga A-T, confirmation for the G's
My nigga ChocVillah whip it up for the team
F*ck you lame niggas 'cause you up for defeat, peace
King G, nigga
This is what the truth brings
It's the new things
And you know we're back for more
And how we do things
Let the crew sing
That you know we're back for more
Nigga this our way
Or the highway
Or else you can't come back for more
We know you like that
Don't you fight back
Just because we came back for more
Life is such a bitch for what she brings me
It's HB, It's A-T and we with
King G
I'll never let the fame try to change me
How could you blame me?
For tryna to stay me?
We got Chocvillah on the beat
Y'all get crushed by eight feet
You niggas crazy?
I'm givin' that ass a flash back
I'm gettin' the f*ckin' last laugh
Not listenin' to your trash ass
Your shit is just really that bad
You never made cash before
Unless you crashed a Porsche
We're really back for more (I'm sayin')
You never really deal with what I'm feelin'
I got the Universe as my ceiling in my building
I don't expect for you to understand
But somehow, the norm, will get the upper hand
I need a hundred grand
For women to f*ck with them
And the shit is not enough
Unless I'm above of them
Hayes Blair
Took some time to grow and now I'm back like I never left
Tryna live without stress
Lace up, take more steps
Pushin' limits like a goal reachin' contest
Back to breakin' backs like a lil bitch
Wit a big chest
The effervescence of my essence is just SO fresh
When I walked in they were fightin' to get the pole next
My squad got no frauds, just pure dopeness
How could I die before I wake? I get's no rest
Master my craft, teach niggas to pass all tests
Bout to get the crew better reps than a f*ckin' Bowflex
Burned competition, now I'm back to clean the burnt flesh
And leave behind my fly shit like I was in a birds nest
Uhh
And I heard you like ya turds fresh... nigga
Writer: Allen-Tom Ngoboka, Gideon I, Quinton Blair
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid