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YTB Fatt - Back On The Block Lyrics



YTB Fatt - Back On The Block Lyrics
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(Yeah, I got Cam on the one-twos, nigga)
Ha, ha

Huh, all my niggas killers, we don't make memes
Nigga, I see you tryna ride with the beef
Nigga, you ain't my f*ckin' cousin, you sweet
Ran up two Ms, twenty-four, can relax
He got rich and blew money on a bitch
I'm still goin' number one when I walk in the trap
Get in these rooms I'm in, you'll suck a dick
These niggas ain't the same as me, get they back beat in for a f*ckin' plaque
These niggas ain't the same as me, I don't put my fans in my f*ckin' wax
I been buyin' new cars and buyin' new houses after I pay my taxes
I been tellin' mama Fox, she said, "You're my son," and you respond to that
It's a cryin' shame niggas just bought switches
Cryin' shame these niggas cuffin' these bitches
Four in a twenty ounce, sippin' Tris
I had plenty ties 'fore Boston Richey (yes)
Nigga, I go off a 'bow, I be sippin'
Choppers, nigga, don't go against us (big baller)
Been sippin' Belaire with Ricky (Ross)
My opps'll tell you I'm the biggest
A nigga tell a bitch, man got them 60s
Slidin' through Atlanta like it's Memphis
When I touch thirty, I'll have a billion
But right now, I'm twenty-three with millions
I got bad bitch on truth and one
Fox chain for 8 when he get home
Bitch, want that pussy, I was sippin' on Don
I want four hundred Ms, then I'm done, pussy
She tryna sack my dick like a Green Bay pack
Huh, she tryna sack my bank account like a Green Bay pack
How many 'bows you get off a week?
Huh, how many niggas you shoot a week?
How much drank you pour a week?
How many racks you make a week?
Niggas can't stand that I made it
Nigga want you on the bottom, gone forever
Rich for real, I done starred in LA
For no f*ckin' reason give my brother a hundred
You ain't fake that fight, you ain't never gone out of state
You better give your mama and give your nigga a hundred (press charges)
The city know how we comin' (Foxes)
Wearin' diamond rings while I'm dumpin'
The police shit, I ain't gettin' into it
With a f*ckin' rat, I ain't gettin' into it
Huh, internet, I ain't gettin' into it
Place hate, don't respond to 'em
F*ck it, I let John do it
LOL, fake name for my killer
F*ck it, I let Shawn do it
Another fake name for my blitza, pussy
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(Yeah, I got Cam on the one-twos, nigga)
Ha, ha

Huh, all my niggas killers, we don't make memes
Nigga, I see you tryna ride with the beef
Nigga, you ain't my f*ckin' cousin, you sweet
Ran up two Ms, twenty-four, can relax
He got rich and blew money on a bitch
I'm still goin' number one when I walk in the trap
Get in these rooms I'm in, you'll suck a dick
These niggas ain't the same as me, get they back beat in for a f*ckin' plaque
These niggas ain't the same as me, I don't put my fans in my f*ckin' wax
I been buyin' new cars and buyin' new houses after I pay my taxes
I been tellin' mama Fox, she said, "You're my son," and you respond to that
It's a cryin' shame niggas just bought switches
Cryin' shame these niggas cuffin' these bitches
Four in a twenty ounce, sippin' Tris
I had plenty ties 'fore Boston Richey (yes)
Nigga, I go off a 'bow, I be sippin'
Choppers, nigga, don't go against us (big baller)
Been sippin' Belaire with Ricky (Ross)
My opps'll tell you I'm the biggest
A nigga tell a bitch, man got them 60s
Slidin' through Atlanta like it's Memphis
When I touch thirty, I'll have a billion
But right now, I'm twenty-three with millions
I got bad bitch on truth and one
Fox chain for 8 when he get home
Bitch, want that pussy, I was sippin' on Don
I want four hundred Ms, then I'm done, pussy
She tryna sack my dick like a Green Bay pack
Huh, she tryna sack my bank account like a Green Bay pack
How many 'bows you get off a week?
Huh, how many niggas you shoot a week?
How much drank you pour a week?
How many racks you make a week?
Niggas can't stand that I made it
Nigga want you on the bottom, gone forever
Rich for real, I done starred in LA
For no f*ckin' reason give my brother a hundred
You ain't fake that fight, you ain't never gone out of state
You better give your mama and give your nigga a hundred (press charges)
The city know how we comin' (Foxes)
Wearin' diamond rings while I'm dumpin'
The police shit, I ain't gettin' into it
With a f*ckin' rat, I ain't gettin' into it
Huh, internet, I ain't gettin' into it
Place hate, don't respond to 'em
F*ck it, I let John do it
LOL, fake name for my killer
F*ck it, I let Shawn do it
Another fake name for my blitza, pussy
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Writer: Cavon Paige
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Performed By: YTB Fatt
Language: English
Length: 2:03
Written by: Cavon Paige
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