Ihatebryand - Back OnOur BS (feat. Fredo Cortez) Lyrics

I ain't one to start shit
But I ain't bitch made neither
We from the West Coast
Travel north and you might see us
On some other shit
Come from where the trees is greener
And when we walk up in the room
I bet it smell like reefer
You better check my visa
Even designers see us
We rockin old shit
But we pullin up so steezy
If yo bitch eye me
Then she just might leave ya
Its my secret power
Boy don't you get too heated
Give up on your homies
That's just something can't relate to
I see motherf*ckers snitchin
And the shit so painful
What them bitches did to Nipsey
That's the shit you can't do
Grew up wit em
And you seem em poppin make you hateful

I'm rollin through Portland smoking nothing but gas
If I see twelve, you better hit that gas
Talking all that trash
I leave you on ya ass
Yeah I got that pole on me
But this right hand leave you tweakin
I'm rockin Nike with the Bape you know I'm drippin
Pop a seal, you know I'm leanin
Glock 23
Keep it on my waist
Blacked out Corvette doin hunnid on the interstate
Yeah, I'm smoking while drivin bitch mind yo business
I'm just trynna get this money for my f*cking children
Damn, I fell in love with my f*cking city
Riding wit me

You can tell these motherf*ckas that we really wit the shits
Ay, tell these motherf*ckas that we really wit the shit, ay
You can tell these motherf*ckas that we really wit the shits
Yeah, tell these motherf*ckas that we really wit the shits
You can tell these motherf*ckas that we really wit the shits
Yeah, tell these motherf*ckas that we really wit the
Yeah, yeah you can tell these motherf*ckas that we really wit the shits
Yeah, Portland West Coast type shit

You know really wit
Riding wit it
When them bitches trynna get it
5-0 actin way to tough
And start to fire at civilians
Fearing for my children
Lives we livin gettin way to vivid
But I got my brothers at all times
Ain't trippin
Me and fredo been the flyest wit it
Rockin fitteds
Keep that same energy
When you go and get acquitted
Cause we never quittin
Stay persistent
One day we gone make a livin
Make our parents quit they jobs
And tell them they got racks to spend
I confess
I been known to wild while intoxicant
Fighting for my point of view
And speaking till I'm out of breath
DSP
Ben iller
Kaze no okami
Manifest
I got y'all back till the day I see my death, ay

You can tell these motherf*ckas that we really wit the shits
Ay, tell these motherf*ckas that we really wit the shit, ay
You can tell these motherf*ckas that we really wit the shits
Yeah, tell these motherf*ckas that we really wit the shits
You can tell these motherf*ckas that we really wit the shits
Yeah, tell these motherf*ckas that we really wit the
Yeah, yeah you can tell these motherf*ckas that we really wit the shits
Yeah, Portland West Coast type shit