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Jay Gwuapo

Back Again

 

Back Again

(album: From Nothing, Pt. 1 - 2019)


Big racks
Big packs
I got the money, now they mad
I got the money, they hate that
Got big diamonds on my chain, yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh

Yeah, I walk in the party with twenty on me
Don't care how you feel, it can get real
So watch how you come when you talking to me
I swear I gotta chill, I signed a deal
But I seen this shit it was coming to me
Nigga, I'm in the field, it can get real
Karmas a bitch and it's coming to me
Rocking Louboutins with the frames
I been and out another Range
Hit the jeweler, froze another chain
I know they gon' hate to see the gang
I got plenty money, I ain't change
I just ran it up and stayed the same
I got plenty diamonds in my chain
Iced out, nigga, you know the gang, yeah, yeah, yeah

K Balla gon' cook it up
Way before rapping, was lit enough
Shit, them rappers that's capping was hating us
Nigga, we the reason that they shit is up
Doing vents, tryna hop out the Bentley truck
The flow that you stealing, the jig is up
I'm happy if you's getting up
But I think that you niggas should switch it up
Because I'm back now
Took a minute to get out the traphouse
Took a minute, I'm back in my bag now
Wait a minute, I'm bringing them racks out
My nigga Bobby hitting the stash house
I'm the one that be bringing the bag out
Nigga, I'm the one bringing the cash out
Run it up, fill up the stash house
Nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, I walk in the party with twenty on me
Don't care how you feel, it can get real
So watch how you come when you talking to me
I swear I gotta chill, I signed a deal
But I seen this shit it was coming to me
Nigga, I'm in the field, it can get real
Karmas a bitch and it's coming to me
Rocking Louboutins with the frames
I been and out another Range
Hit the jeweler, froze another chain
I know they gon' hate to see the gang
I got plenty money, I ain't change
I just ran it up and stayed the same
I got plenty diamonds in my chain
Iced out, nigga, you know the gang, yeah, yeah, yeah

Plenty diamonds in my chain
Iced out, see the gang
They gon' hate to see the gang
Oh, yeah, yeah

done

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