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Im Back Video (MV)




Performed By: Sl2mm
Featuring: Fwthug
Language: English
Length: 2:41
Written by: Daijon Allen, Robert Baker




Sl2mm - Im Back Lyrics
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[ Featuring Fwthug ]

Yea thug
Its back to basics
Your patna got knocked off the scooter you couldn't save him
Yea its back to the basics
All of them guns that I brought to the table
I do what I do niggas do what they able
If he your shooter then why is you paying him
She still being bougie she no longer playing
Its been a year and we stuck to the plan
Exotic is stuck to the bag
We driving in cats niggas thought we was wack
Im riding in the front but im ridin with the back
Yea im with sl2mm and we back at it again
Yea gon and tell all of your friends
They popping that shit and its never gon end
Toxic I prolly done f*cked all her friends
Im cautious I can't even say how I feel
A problem back then and they know that still
Aint nobody to trust im keeping my steel
Thought I was a bust and I shoot out the gym
Im always gon clutch cus the streets ill
I f*ck her and block her im still in the deep end
They don't live how we live
Yea squad goals buy me a block like ralo
Nigga be talking that shit
Yea hit em with a halo
Niggas prices too high when they use to be low
Yea get it in pulling schemes like im riding on slow
Shit yea she want that snow
Yea bring out that plate nigga if you late
Shit figure four if you wait
No I can't
No I aint
Im back with the shit nigga
Im back getting rich nigga
Back to back in a brinks trunk tell em back that shit up
Yea throwing money off in the club man sippin dirty nigga styrphoam filled with slugs
Don't play polite and we don't write and we don't wanna fight
Money coming in had to take another flight
Aight aight
That hype gon get you
Gun down whoever with you
Don't come around get the picture
Money is calling we getting richer
Yea im back at it again
Yea thug im back at it again
Thug yea
Ima just hop out the coupe ima shoot
Ima go bobby wasabi with my tool
Yea niggas can't afford these shoes okay
I spent a couple of racks just to walk today
And I get the money won't talk today
And every decision aint did it for clout
Like I get it in get it out of the house
Yea what is they talking about
I never hated just ran that shit up I was stuck on the south
I swear I was up I forgot about the bottom
Im hitting the bottle like one time a hour
Hit up 2mm like its time for the album
Still in Atlanta like the hawks not the falcons
Wan part of my plan he talking we rob him
This how it sound when you come from the dirt
This how it sound when you put in that work
Hide yo bitch cause you know she a flirt
She loving my neck tats aint wearing no turtle
She tryn get back she f*ck me on purpose
Feel I sold my soul to this shit
Yea im still going bold in this bitch
I will not stop till my niggas is rich
Im still on the block and im pleading the fifth
I play after dark then somebody getting hit
We aint shooting no dart these hollows is hitting
I was playing my part a couple niggas caught sentences
She think she know me she finishing my sentences
Im feeling like Kobe we ball till we finish
I gotta mind of a menace
Yea feeling like scotty no pippin
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Yea thug
Its back to basics
Your patna got knocked off the scooter you couldn't save him
Yea its back to the basics
All of them guns that I brought to the table
I do what I do niggas do what they able
If he your shooter then why is you paying him
She still being bougie she no longer playing
Its been a year and we stuck to the plan
Exotic is stuck to the bag
We driving in cats niggas thought we was wack
Im riding in the front but im ridin with the back
Yea im with sl2mm and we back at it again
Yea gon and tell all of your friends
They popping that shit and its never gon end
Toxic I prolly done f*cked all her friends
Im cautious I can't even say how I feel
A problem back then and they know that still
Aint nobody to trust im keeping my steel
Thought I was a bust and I shoot out the gym
Im always gon clutch cus the streets ill
I f*ck her and block her im still in the deep end
They don't live how we live
Yea squad goals buy me a block like ralo
Nigga be talking that shit
Yea hit em with a halo
Niggas prices too high when they use to be low
Yea get it in pulling schemes like im riding on slow
Shit yea she want that snow
Yea bring out that plate nigga if you late
Shit figure four if you wait
No I can't
No I aint
Im back with the shit nigga
Im back getting rich nigga
Back to back in a brinks trunk tell em back that shit up
Yea throwing money off in the club man sippin dirty nigga styrphoam filled with slugs
Don't play polite and we don't write and we don't wanna fight
Money coming in had to take another flight
Aight aight
That hype gon get you
Gun down whoever with you
Don't come around get the picture
Money is calling we getting richer
Yea im back at it again
Yea thug im back at it again
Thug yea
Ima just hop out the coupe ima shoot
Ima go bobby wasabi with my tool
Yea niggas can't afford these shoes okay
I spent a couple of racks just to walk today
And I get the money won't talk today
And every decision aint did it for clout
Like I get it in get it out of the house
Yea what is they talking about
I never hated just ran that shit up I was stuck on the south
I swear I was up I forgot about the bottom
Im hitting the bottle like one time a hour
Hit up 2mm like its time for the album
Still in Atlanta like the hawks not the falcons
Wan part of my plan he talking we rob him
This how it sound when you come from the dirt
This how it sound when you put in that work
Hide yo bitch cause you know she a flirt
She loving my neck tats aint wearing no turtle
She tryn get back she f*ck me on purpose
Feel I sold my soul to this shit
Yea im still going bold in this bitch
I will not stop till my niggas is rich
Im still on the block and im pleading the fifth
I play after dark then somebody getting hit
We aint shooting no dart these hollows is hitting
I was playing my part a couple niggas caught sentences
She think she know me she finishing my sentences
Im feeling like Kobe we ball till we finish
I gotta mind of a menace
Yea feeling like scotty no pippin
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Writer: Daijon Allen, Robert Baker
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